During a typical 8-hour shift, a checker can serve hundreds of people. I deal with many different kinds of personalities and moods as soon as I clock in. Customers range from the construction worker that hates to go to his job in the morning to the bank teller who is told to get a dozen sandwiches for her co-workers or the mom who is in a rush to buy groceries because dinner is starting in an hour. Over the years, I have adapted to these different types of people but there is always that one person each day that makes me wonder…
A middle-aged man comes in my line with bananas, a half gallon of vanilla ice cream and a jar of peanuts. He seems very kind and I asked him if he was making banana splits and he exclaimed, “Yes! Those are my favorite, I can’t wait ’til I get home to devour this!” I told him the thought of ice cream made my mouth water and he laughed and was in good spirits until I started bagging.
Banana Split Guy: Hey! Don’t do that!
Me: Excuse me? Do what?
Banana Split Guy: The bananas! You don’t put them together with the ice cream! They bruise!
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, sir.
Banana Split Boy: You should be! It’ll ruin everything!
After the transaction was done, he grabbed his bags and walked off, muttering, “Don’t they teach you that in bagging school or something?!”
Wow! Talk about ruining my day, he was just making banana split ice cream anyhow. He went from Mr. Rogers to Mr. Hyde in a split second. Things like that just makes me want to hate my job or just hate people!
