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matrilCustomers are a widely varying sort. Some are gracious and friendly, some are apologetic and scatter-brained, and some are so rude it makes one wonder If they received special training in how to treat people like things in their way. For example, the first sort, if their cell phone rings while they are in line, quickly answer and say, "I'll call you back in a minute," and hang up. The second sort may continue the conversation but mouth an apology to me while struggling to pay for their order one-handed. The third sort gabs away without acknowledging me.
The worst was a woman who chattered to her friend through the entire order, and only after the bagger diligently bagged all her groceries did she tell him she wanted paper in plastic - one of the more obnoxious bagging requests, but it doesn't bother me if they let you know right at the start rather than the very end. So I rolled my eyes a little in commiseration with the bagger. The customer then spent the remainder of the time telling her phone buddy, without any attempt to lower her voice, what jerks we were for complaining about paper in plastic. Wow. Paper in plastic, no big deal. Not bothering to tell us till everything's already bagged because you can't spare two seconds from your gossipy phone conversation, now that's a little more irritating.
It's hardly my ideał job, but I don't mind it for the most part. Just the occasional jerk to remind me how lucky I am that all of my acquaintances, friends and family are nice people.
The worst was a woman who chattered to her friend through the entire order, and only after the bagger diligently bagged all her groceries did she tell him she wanted paper in plastic - one of the more obnoxious bagging requests, but it doesn't bother me if they let you know right at the start rather than the very end. So I rolled my eyes a little in commiseration with the bagger. The customer then spent the remainder of the time telling her phone buddy, without any attempt to lower her voice, what jerks we were for complaining about paper in plastic. Wow. Paper in plastic, no big deal. Not bothering to tell us till everything's already bagged because you can't spare two seconds from your gossipy phone conversation, now that's a little more irritating.
It's hardly my ideał job, but I don't mind it for the most part. Just the occasional jerk to remind me how lucky I am that all of my acquaintances, friends and family are nice people.
