My personal stock of the milk of human kindness has just curdled.
It does nothing to sweeten my disposition when a customer will stop at a distant display case and peremptorily beckon me over while she digs in her pockets. Her interest is a small inexpensive item, something I am often trotting over to retrieve for patrons. However, as her body language is screaming “high handed” to my subconscious, I am pasting a bland smile on my lips.
One never knows, it might be unintentional.
Then I notice that she is diligently dumping change on the glass surface. There are several bills in her hand. Obviously, she’s looking to lessen her burden using her surfeit of coins.
OK. Fine. She picks through what she has and proceeds to laboriously count out the total using the most number of coins as she can. Sorry folks, but that is flat out annoying. I have to count those coins. I have to sort those coins out for the register. I have better things to do than spend minutes sifting through pennies when I could be helping another customer.
After waiting just long enough for me to do an initial survey of the change laid out, she snatches up the item and dives out the door.
Now, I’m seriously thrilled. Not only do I now have the joy of gathering up this plethora of thin metallic disks off a semi distant display case to where the sales counter is, but I have to borrow another of the items from the bloody case to scan it in. Funny that a store might be interested in tracking inventory. Oh yes indeed, I take the time to scan items into the register purely as an extra step because I find the beep uplifting. It has nothing to do with a responsibility to maintain an accurate list of what stock is on hand and what has been sold.
I understand it’s villainously petty, but so was her blithe self-centered pursuit of convenience.
If you really must unload a few pounds of spare change on a clerk, be aware you have immediately become a head-ache. There is no joke you can make that will make your mangy carcass more welcome.
If you dump a few pounds of sundry coins away from the Point of Sale area, be aware the clerk is most likely plotting the most satisfying method of flensing the skin from your delightfully unprepared nerves.
Top off the first two with making said clerk also perform a tediously unnecessary task like some rancid whipped cream dolloped on compost heap and odds are they’ll hold a grudge.
2 Comments:
hey, money is money!
In theory, you are correct. In practice, there is a very definite point of "sod off!" It is great if someone spends fifty bucks here, but it makes a difference should that person lay the bill on the counter and then thoroughly saturate it in urine. Scattering a couple bucks worth of nickels and pennies on a random display case is just another form of pissing.
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