Today was a perfect example of why I say I hate people. |-|
I had one item to buy at Sam’s Club. One. Every line was packed, as normal, so I picked the one with one full cart and one push cart with three items. Then, as luck would have it, the full cart pulled aside to wait for someone, so I was immediately behind the three-item push cart. WOOHOO.
And then the trouble began.
The chick of the couple was one of those annoying people who apparently freak out if their items go down the conveyor belt out of their reach, so she was constantly grabbing the box and dragging it back, dragging it back, dragging it back—until the employee saw her doing it and turned off the belt.
Of course, they didn’t want to ring up all the items together.
Then the TV was an unboxed special so they had to call a manager to deal with that discount. Then she paid in cash—hundreds—so the cashier had to deal with all that (checking the authenticity).
Then they rang up the second item (cereal) and paid cash.
Then it was time for the boxed item on the conveyor belt—a DLP Projector. It rang up and a total was given and oh, that’s a marked down special, too. So a manager had to be called back over to void the transaction and start over. Then there was some other issue in ringing it up. Then she went to pay with a credit card and it wasn’t accepting it. She tried about five times. The cashier was just standing there waiting for—who knows what. THEN THE LADY CALLS HER CREDIT CARD COMPANY! With no urgency whatsoever. Like we haven’t already been waiting long enough. While all of us in line are just staring at them like YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. I just wanted to tell the cashier to put their item on hold or void it and CHECK THE REST OF US OUT WHILE SHE’S FIGURING OUT HER SHIT. After about five more minutes, she found out that her payment hadn’t gone through yet, so she only had $400 left to charge. So she charged that, then had to pay cash for the rest. Which was $50 and change, so she was digging around in her purse for exact change, and some of it fell on the ground, so she was picking it up—and taking forever because she had long fake nails and couldn’t pick anything up.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
>:XX
Oh, and I forgot to mention that she was on the phone almost the entire transaction—she had to hang up on her phone call to make the call to her credit card company.
Want to see the source of my frustration?
I actually took the picture at the very beginning of the transaction, because I wanted to submit it to People of Walmart. I mean, the bra straps, the hideous heels and the too-long/too tight jeans and the gold lamé belt that only appeared to be hooked through the back loops and the underwear showing because the belt was hiking up the pants so far and the long fake nails and of course her talking on the phone pretty much the whole time.
So they had three items that took 25 minutes to ring up. Three items. TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES. Ugh. And the cashier was not very with it.
And this is why I say I hate people.