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matrixrefugeeOr "Is Civilization as We Know It Going to Collapse Because Someone had More Than 12 Items in the Express Lane?!"
About halfway through my shift, two people approached my boss, arguing over the fact that one of them had had more than 12 items in the express lane. I couldn't hear my boss's side of the exchange, since the two combatants were getting loud (loud enough that almost the entire checkout was staring at them with the sort of look generally reserved for screaming/flailing/tantruming two year olds), but I believe they were asked to stop arguing and leave. Either way, it was all I could do to keep from turning around and telling them "Stop it. Right Now. You sound like a couple of kids bickering. How important is it?" But it wasn't my place to intervene; still, I felt bad for my boss having to try and reason with the unreasonable, irrational wonks with the gimmes. And it wasn't like either of them even had more than two or three bags of stuff altogether, between the two of them, so I suspect this was a case of perfectionistic wankery. If it was someone trying to horn through with a full shopping cart, I could understand a certain amount of displeasure, but even then the amount they were displaying -- between the finger pointing and the name-calling -- was disproportionate to the problem.
I feel like biting something right now. Off to find some cranberry juice...
About halfway through my shift, two people approached my boss, arguing over the fact that one of them had had more than 12 items in the express lane. I couldn't hear my boss's side of the exchange, since the two combatants were getting loud (loud enough that almost the entire checkout was staring at them with the sort of look generally reserved for screaming/flailing/tantruming two year olds), but I believe they were asked to stop arguing and leave. Either way, it was all I could do to keep from turning around and telling them "Stop it. Right Now. You sound like a couple of kids bickering. How important is it?" But it wasn't my place to intervene; still, I felt bad for my boss having to try and reason with the unreasonable, irrational wonks with the gimmes. And it wasn't like either of them even had more than two or three bags of stuff altogether, between the two of them, so I suspect this was a case of perfectionistic wankery. If it was someone trying to horn through with a full shopping cart, I could understand a certain amount of displeasure, but even then the amount they were displaying -- between the finger pointing and the name-calling -- was disproportionate to the problem.
I feel like biting something right now. Off to find some cranberry juice...
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Date: 2010-01-07 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-07 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 10:54 pm (UTC)Oh dear. The things people get upset about!!
We were at pizza place one, and a man came in to pick up his pizza. It wasn't quite ready, the guy working there told him it would be a couple of minutes. The man looked at his watch, shook his head, pounded his fists & shouted "You said it would be ready in 20 minutes!! It's been 21 minutes!!" and stormed out. I thought for sure he was going to come back & kill us all.
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Date: 2010-01-09 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 12:49 am (UTC)It makes me wonder how people like that deal with *real* problems.
Grocery Clerk too!
Date: 2010-02-23 03:54 pm (UTC)-Paul
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"Stories of Grocery Clerks"