When I paid for gas and scratchers on Thursday at the Sis-Town Casey's, the cashier tried to charge me $10 too little! I looked at her, and at my scratchers.
"Did you maybe forget one? Because I thought it was going to be more."
She looked at the register. I guess at the list of items, which had started out with a $25 pre-pay for T-Hoe's gas.
"Oh. I see it. Thank you for telling me! I messed it up."
"I wanted to make sure. I don't want to cheat anybody. That would be bad luck!"
Off I went to pump the gas, mentally patting myself on the back for being such a fine upstanding citizen. Surely The Universe would reward me. But NO! My scratchers from assorted stores only had ONE winner, and it was for $10. Not only that, but my Country Mart shopping experience was less than rewarding.
The checker gal put too many heavy items in the same bags! I had four bags total. She put three Sister Schubert's Rolls in one bag. Manageable. And two boxes of Stove Top Stuffing in one bag. Too light. Then a BIG SANDWICH and eight bananas in the same bag. HEAVY, and the bananas squished my BIG SANDWICH! Then she put put two jars of mayonnaise in with a can of black olives, a large jar of green olives, and a jar of sweet and sour sauce. WAY HEAVY.
In fact, as I was trying to lift it over the check-writing shelf to get it into my cart, I said, "That's too heavy!" I took me three tries, while she watched. Clueless!
Once I wheeled my cart/walker to T-Hoe, I used spare bags I keep there for just that purpose, to take out the bananas, and the mayo, for their own separate bags.
2 comments:
You took three tries while she watched? She didn't offer to repack into another bag? You didn't ask for another bag? This puts both of you in the wrong. I know you don't like to make trouble, but when you can't lift the bag you should ask for an extra one for some of the items.
River,
Yes! She just stood there watching me. She wasn't even doing anything, because she had to call over that Halloween-busy-day guy to ring up the bottle of rum I was buying for when The Pony comes out at Thanksgiving. Just watched me heave that heavy bag over the check writing shelf.
There were people in line, and I didn't want to give her another chance to smash my BIG SANDWICH when re-bagging. I'm not even sure she would have done it if I asked. She looked like she was in a trance.
Once before, an old lady ahead of me complained about a bag being too heavy, and the Halloween boy walked it around the end and put it in her cart. Which did nothing to help her get it in her car, or into her house. I don't think these young whippersnappers have any common sense. You have to tell them EXACTLY what to do, and then they consider you to be "difficult."
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