Holy freaking crap!
May. 6th, 2005 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gridloreWhat a night at CPWM! We were over run by idiots. Drooling, gibbering hordes of them. There are too many tales to tell, so I shall focus on the Queen Gibberer, the Counterfeit Lady.
We're having a rush, and of course most of the staff is in the back handling a furniture carry-out.
Me: So damn close to getting out of here.
CL: Counterfeit Lady
Me: scanity-scan, beep! "Your totatl is $67.14."
CL: "That's not right!" proceeds to look at everything she bvought, checking the prices. "Oh. Take these off."
Me: "Fine." beeps happen "Your new total is $56.45."
She pulls out three twenties. As I take them i realize that all three bills are brand new. I look at them, and the serial numbers are in sequential order. I start doing a quick check of the security features.
CL: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Just checking the bills, kind of odd to get three in sequencial order like this."
CL: "Are you accusing me of something? Do I look like a counterfeiter?"
Me: tired of this bitch already "Yes, actually. They don't come in here wearing shirts that say 'Hi, I'm passing bad bills!' Most people passing counterfeit don't even know they have it, having gotten it in some other transaction."
CL: "Well, you shouldn't do that! It's insulting."
Me: finishing up testing the bills with the pen "It's for both our protection, ma'am. Just last week I had a fake hundred come across my counter."
CL: "But I didn't give you a hundred."
Me: "No, you gave me three twenties. Which are, by the way, the most counterfeited bill in the world. Here's your change."
CL: "I think you're very rude."
Me: "Have a nice day!"
CL then calls my manager from the parking lot. I didn't hear that conversation, but the synopsis I got was that my manager told CL that I was doing my job correctly, and would in fact be getting a compliment for checking the bills.
We're having a rush, and of course most of the staff is in the back handling a furniture carry-out.
Me: So damn close to getting out of here.
CL: Counterfeit Lady
Me: scanity-scan, beep! "Your totatl is $67.14."
CL: "That's not right!" proceeds to look at everything she bvought, checking the prices. "Oh. Take these off."
Me: "Fine." beeps happen "Your new total is $56.45."
She pulls out three twenties. As I take them i realize that all three bills are brand new. I look at them, and the serial numbers are in sequential order. I start doing a quick check of the security features.
CL: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Just checking the bills, kind of odd to get three in sequencial order like this."
CL: "Are you accusing me of something? Do I look like a counterfeiter?"
Me: tired of this bitch already "Yes, actually. They don't come in here wearing shirts that say 'Hi, I'm passing bad bills!' Most people passing counterfeit don't even know they have it, having gotten it in some other transaction."
CL: "Well, you shouldn't do that! It's insulting."
Me: finishing up testing the bills with the pen "It's for both our protection, ma'am. Just last week I had a fake hundred come across my counter."
CL: "But I didn't give you a hundred."
Me: "No, you gave me three twenties. Which are, by the way, the most counterfeited bill in the world. Here's your change."
CL: "I think you're very rude."
Me: "Have a nice day!"
CL then calls my manager from the parking lot. I didn't hear that conversation, but the synopsis I got was that my manager told CL that I was doing my job correctly, and would in fact be getting a compliment for checking the bills.
