My friend Polar made me laugh when he emailed me after my post about Aunt Flow.
Many years ago, a new store opened in their town and he was fortunate to be employed as one of the new cashiers. The store was in the process of getting its new scanning machine up and running, which meant that price checks over the overhead tannnoy were routine. The cashiers would grab the handset and start reading what the product was, size, and count, without blinking…..
On a busy afternoon, during the pre-dinner rush, the store was full, and the queues were long. He did not see the customer, but remembers the cashier’s voice very clearly.
She grabbed the handset when “this item” would not scan and started reading for the store to hear….it was faster than waiting for someone to move to the intercom and pickup, to relay the information.
“I have a price check on 9. Tampax …..” the rest of the details he cannot remember…. But it took about 20 seconds to relay all the information… so the WHOLE STORE heard….
The store manager who was in charge of the store that day, was under an overhang, and did not hear correctly. He thought the request was for THUMB-TACKS….so as soon as the cashier had finished, he requested clarification…..
“Checkout 9, was that the kind you push in with your thumb, or hit in with a Hammer?”
After 30 seconds of silence in the store, a sheepish cashier responded: “Errrr… intercom 1?”
That Poor Customer!!!!!!
My own embarrassing tampon story involves a home delivery from the local supermarket. A friend had asked me to order her some ‘organic tampons’ which were only available at that particular store.
When the delivery man arrived, he had some items which were not available and the tampons were amongst these. However, in such cases, the store often offered a substitution and such an item had been packed to replace the organic tampons.
Expecting a packet of tampax, which I would have to decline, I was rather taken aback when the man handed me the packet of ‘Mr Majelka Bendy Drinking Straws’. You know the type that bend in the middle to hinge over the side of the glass.
I burst out laughing and the more I giggled, the redder the delivery man’s face became.
In the end, I returned the package and told him that I was tempted to give them to my friend and report back as to how she found them.
He couldn’t wait to get back to his van and scuttled down the path to the sound of my continuing laughter.
Anyone got any other stories in a similar vein?
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