So I splurge and buy “the works” wash for my car at the gas pump. Naturally, the receipt doesn’t print out at the pump so I don’t get my car wash code. :mad:
I schlep into the convenience store to request said receipt from the cashier, and while I’m in there I decide I need a coffee. I get my coffee, pick up a snack, and walk over to the cashier station at the front of the store to pay for my items and get my gas receipt.
There’s about five people ahead of me in the line and only one cashier. I wait patiently as the line inches forward and people complete their transactions. Yeah, I’m tight on time - we all are. But the people in front of me were quicker and got there before I did - c’est la vie.
Just as the person right in front of me is beginning their transaction with the cashier, another cashier appears and calls out, “I can help the next person in line.”
Which is me, right? I’m the next in line. Had she not appeared, the cashier who was already there would have handled my transaction next and not that of the asshat behind me.
I move out of the line and start walking over to that cashier’s station only to find that the guy behind me practically left his shoes behind in his haste to beat me there.
“Excuse me,” I called politely to him. “I’m next in line.” I arrived at the counter and put my purchases down for the cashier.
You’d think I told him his mother was a crack whore. He got a very constipated expression and said, “Look, I’m in a real hurry-”
“So am I,” I replied politely. “I was the next person in line.” I turned around to prepare to pay for my stuff and get my receipt. But that’s not enough for him. “I only have one thing-”
The cashier settled it. She was nice but pretty firm with him. “I’m sorry hon, but she was next in line. We’ll be done quick and then we can get you on your way.”
Kudos to my assertive cashier who made clear she wasn’t going to take any crap.