The Twats at Work.

You would think that on a nice sunny day, certainly rare in Leicester, people would be happier...Apparently not, if the customers I had to deal with are anything to go by. Seriously, there's only so long a fake smile will last.


Admittedly I wasn't in the best of moods when I started work. I didn't want to be there, I was tired, it was sunny & I had a tonne of Uni work I could be doing - yes! just cos I work in retail it doesn't mean I'm thick, or my life is going nowhere. Maybe some of you need to remember this fact when you casually stroll up to a till and talk down to the cashier as if you're God.


I digress.


The first incident occurred probably about an hour into my shift. A woman with her daughter came to my till & before I could even say "Hello" a packet of pork scratchings were thrown at me. Yes, literally. And not by the daughter, but by the adult mother who surely should know better? 


She started huffing and puffing, unloading her basket onto the till as she did so. As any cashier would do, I went to pick up the next item to scan it, but it was snatched away. "They're s-e-p-a-r-a-t-e" the mother said sarcastically. Oh yes, of course. I should've already known that. Makes perfect sense. Everyone puts two separate loads onto the till at the same time. 


So she's fiddling in the basket, which is packed with bags from other stores (Dear God, how many other people have had to deal with her today?!) and I politely ask "Is there anything else with this?"


"Yeah she's just getting it!" Er, OK Bitch.


Soon after a bottle of shampoo and conditioner were slammed down on my till, a £10 note was thrown at me and her bag of purchases quickly snatched away. I then served the daughter, who was a delight, and made a point of saying "thankyou" etc as she was such a polite, young girl. How such a rude person could bring up a child so well I'll never know, then again, I am only assuming it was her daughter.....


Before the poor child had even begun putting her change away she was being dragged away by the mother, and as I looked up a short moment later I could see the woman obviously moaning about me. Admittedly if I didn't need my job to survive (do not get me started on the cost of uni and the inefficiency of the student loan company) I would've definitely marched over there and said something. But *sigh* I need the money.


Now, what had I done to deserve this treatment? Answers on a postcard please.


I honestly cannot see the point in being rude, for no reason at all, to a complete stranger who's providing YOU with a service. You're at a till for a minimal amount of time, is it really too hard to be polite? You're not leaving a good impression of yourself, and to be frank, at every store there's certain regulars who people don't want to serve for various reasons. Do you really want to become known as a complete arsehole?


Another customer that stood out was a guy, probably in his 30s or 40s, who bought a £1 mother's day card and a pack of washing-up gloves and proudly stated "Never spend too much on your mother." ... This got me wondering. Were the gloves the present to go with the card? Did he really think that little of his own parent?! Personally, I found the £1 card bad enough. Don't get me wrong, I'm on a budget, but a cheap, awful looking £1 card? No thanks. I'd rather get my mum nothing than give her that. And to be frank, if I gave my mum washing-up gloves as a present, I'd be dead.