Thank you. My first belly laugh in way too long!
Oh man, this is hysterical. Miller, you’re a funny guy.
Miller is quickly moving up on lieu on my personal “make me laugh until I need to piss” list of Dopers.
Brilliant.
[And now, the hijack]
There was a stand up comic who did a routine on this subject a while back. Specifically, buying his wife/girlfriend’s tampons, and getting price checked. When the guy behind him starts smirking and chuckling, he turns on him and says, “Whatcha got there, buddy, a Playboy and some K-Y? That’s right, tampons, got me a woman at home, ya loser.” Something along those lines. Anyone remember who that was?
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Ooh, that reminds me. BRB.
Whew, better now.
I know who that is, but I can’t remember his name. Just saw him last night on Law & Order, playing a pedophile stand-up comic. Googling… Adam Ferrara!
Funny guy.
Whenever my husband and I buy condoms we go in together. This seems to embarrass the hell out of the cashiers, like oh my god, this man and woman are buying condoms and they’re probably going to USE THEM WITH EACH OTHER!!! They scan them as quickly as possible and move on. Whereas everytime I’ve ever bought condoms by myself I get the whole wiggly-eyebrow kind of deal. :rolleyes:
Luckily for them, the only comment a cashier’s ever made about me buying condoms was rom a woman, and she said “Oh girl, I feel your pain.” LOL
I used to work in a retail pharmacy. I only slipped up and said something off-key to someone once, but I didn’t announce it to the world, nor was there anyone else in line. A semi-regular customer came in, bought a pregnancy test, and as she was leaving, I said, “I hope everything works out like you want it to!” I don’t know what posessed me to say it. It just popped out. She looked at me as if I had just flung shit at her.
She returned a couple of weeks later to pick up her prescription for prenatal vitamins, and she said, “well, everything turned out like I wanted it to!” Which in turn made me feel like ass, because what if she hadn’t gotten pregnant? I smiled and wished her luck, but I learned to keep my mouth securely shut after that.
I do have to say if you’re nervous about buying condoms, the easiest way to relieve your cashier-terror is to think, 'Ha! I’m going home and getting some, while this poor schmoe has to sit here and ring up people for the rest of the night!"
can’t you manually type the upc in?
and with the condoms, i think it’d be funny to use each condom as american throwing condoms of doom and try to decapitate the cashier…
cashier:“price check on 50 pack of cond–”
you":throw
c:“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! MY CAROTID ARTERY!!”
y: “you dumbass. I hit you in the arm.”
c: “oh. i dropped out of medical school, so --” falls over dead
y: “guess i’m only batting .500.”
And I did need to piss when I read that.
I don’t now.
:o
Once while I was making a purchase at K-Mart my credit card wouldn’t scan. So the cashier started entering it manually into her terminal.
As I and the approximately 14 people on line behind me waited, she began reading off each number as she typed it in. OUT LOUD.
“O.K., that’s 6-3-4-7, 8-2…”
I got her stopped at that point, asking if she could possibly enter the numbers silently.
“Oh. Right.” :rolleyes:
Not necessarily. It’s not the computer that’s screwed up, but the scanner. In ever retail situation I’ve been in, I’ve been trained to enter the UPC code manually if all else fails.
Of course, if all else fails, the cashier could politely ask the customer if they remember how much the item costs. If that sounds reasonable (from memory of previous purchases), then I’d enter that number. If not, or if the customer can’t remember the price, then I’d call for a price check.
As to the OP, she’s quite right, she was waited on by an ill-trained monkey that had somehow been shaved and stuff into a Walgreen’s smock and forced behind the register. I’ve worked for Walgreen’s before, I know their practices 
Skerri you meant well and I don’t think you shouldn’t feel bad at all about what you did. So this post is not about you at all, it just reminded me.
This is something someone told me on a message board. Her friend was a breastfeeding consultant, really into promoting breastfeeding, who worked in a pharmacy. Every time someone brought a pregnancy test she would hand them a card and say “Call me if the test comes back positive.”
I was pretty shocked. I mean even to promoting breastfeeding shouldn’t there be some limits? What if this woman is hoping and praying that the test comes back negative? What if she just doesn’t want to deal with it? Keep your cards to yourself.