Adventures At The Register

[Snaggletiger]

Apparently, stupid is going around like the flu and it keeps landing at the cash register. I was just telling my partner (Law partner, not butt-secks partner) about 2 instances yesterday that make me face palm for the future.  The first, I only bring up because a good friend of mine owns the Atlanta Bread Co. here that I go to several mornings a week on the way to work.  He'll definitely want to "train" his employee on customer relations.  New girl waits on me at the register.

What can I get you?

Just a large coffee to go.

(Has trouble punching whatever into the computer screen) "Crap"

(Continues to be stumped by the screen) "Bite me."

(Frustration continues and she motions me down to the next register) "Screw that damn thing".

Well alrighty then.  That was a pleasant way to start the day.


Last night, Snagette sends me to Taziki's (Greek restaurant) for take out.  I'm having the following back and forth with Lonzell, the flaming register boy.  I'm the only one in line and I'm standing right in front of him for 30 seconds while he has his head turned, talking some other employees.  He finally turns around.

Yessssss…..what can I get you?

This will be to go.

Will this be for here or to go?

To go.

Okay, to go. 

I'd like the grilled chicken breast. (As I point to the item on the menu I'm holding right in front of his face.)

Do you want beef, chicken or lamb? 

(Blank stare)  Chicken.....and for my side, I want the roasted red potatoes.

Okay, chicken.  What side you want?

Roasted......Red.....Potatoes. 

Okay, I have a grillt chicken and ret potatoes.  Did you say for here or to go?

(Longer blank stare)  To go.(Almost afraid to give the wife's order next)

I'd also like an order of your chicken and spinach roll-ups with a side of pasta salad.

Okay, roll-upssss.  What side you want?

I guess you missed that whole "Side of pasta salad" part.

(At this point, I'm looking for the hidden cameras and waiting for everyone to break out in laughter at the joke being played on me.  But when that didn't happen, you know what came next)

Is that for here or to go? 


After I told my partner that, he said he was in Bojangles yesterday.  His order came to $6.02.  He gave the girl a $20 and two pennies.  She mistakenly punched just $20.00 into the register.  It blew her mind so she called the manager over and he was totally stumped too.  One of the other employees pulled out her phone, put it on calculator and solved the problem for them. 

Folks, they walk among us every day. 

[oldautiger]

Didn’t you know that common sense is considered passé by the millennials now.

[Snaggletiger]

My partner's story about figuring out correct change is one of the most common.  People don't really grasp the concept of figuring it out in their heads.  If the computer/register/phone calculator doesn't spit it out for them, the brain goes in shut-down mode.  You can sometimes hear the pop rocks fizzling in their heads as they try to count out .67 cents from the register drawer.

[chinook]

Apparently, stupid is going around like the flu and it keeps landing at the cash register. I was just telling my partner (Law partner, not butt-secks partner) about 2 instances yesterday that make me face palm for the future.  The first, I only bring up because a good friend of mine owns the Atlanta Bread Co. here that I go to several mornings a week on the way to work.  He'll definitely want to "train" his employee on customer relations.  New girl waits on me at the register.

What can I get you?

Just a large coffee to go.

(Has trouble punching whatever into the computer screen) "Crap"

(Continues to be stumped by the screen) "Bite me."

(Frustration continues and she motions me down to the next register) "Screw that damn thing".

Well alrighty then.  That was a pleasant way to start the day.


Last night, Snagette sends me to Taziki's (Greek restaurant) for take out.  I'm having the following back and forth with Lonzell, the flaming register boy.  I'm the only one in line and I'm standing right in front of him for 30 seconds while he has his head turned, talking some other employees.  He finally turns around.

Yessssss…..what can I get you?

This will be to go.

Will this be for here or to go?

To go.

Okay, to go.

I'd like the grilled chicken breast. (As I point to the item on the menu I'm holding right in front of his face.)

Do you want beef, chicken or lamb?

(Blank stare)  Chicken.....and for my side, I want the roasted red potatoes.

Okay, chicken.  What side you want?

Roasted......Red.....Potatoes.

Okay, I have a grillt chicken and ret potatoes.  Did you say for here or to go?

(Longer blank stare)  To go.(Almost afraid to give the wife's order next)

I'd also like an order of your chicken and spinach roll-ups with a side of pasta salad.

Okay, roll-upssss.  What side you want?

I guess you missed that whole "Side of pasta salad" part.

(At this point, I'm looking for the hidden cameras and waiting for everyone to break out in laughter at the joke being played on me.  But when that didn't happen, you know what came next)

Is that for here or to go?


After I told my partner that, he said he was in Bojangles yesterday.  His order came to $6.02.  He gave the girl a $20 and two pennies.  She mistakenly punched just $20.00 into the register.  It blew her mind so she called the manager over and he was totally stumped too.  One of the other employees pulled out her phone, put it on calculator and solved the problem for them.

Folks, they walk among us every day.

kiosk.

[wesfau2]

kiosk.

Yeah...I opt for this method it it's available.  They still find ways to fuck it up sometimes, though.

[Kaos]

Yeah...I opt for this method it it's available.  They still find ways to fuck it up sometimes, though.

Chick fil a doesn’t.  

Ive never had to throw anything back through their drive thru window. 

[wesfau2]

Chick fil a doesn’t. 

Ive never had to throw anything back through their drive thru window.

That org exists on its own plane of customer service existence.

If only they'd give us heathens our fucking biscuits on SUNDAY.

[Snaggletiger]

That org exists on its own plane of customer service existence.

If only they'd give us heathens our fucking biscuits on SUNDAY.

BISCUITS ON SUNDAY.  YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!

[Buzz Killington]

Is that for here or to go?

[Snaggletiger]

Is that for here or to go?

Uh huh.

[Saniflush]

My partner's story about figuring out correct change is one of the most common.  People don't really grasp the concept of figuring it out in their heads.  If the computer/register/phone calculator doesn't spit it out for them, the brain goes in shut-down mode.  You can sometimes hear the pop rocks fizzling in their heads as they try to count out .67 cents from the register drawer.

I used to give them the change because I wanted bills back.  Now I do it out of spite to see if they can count.  They can't.

[Snaggletiger]

I used to give them the change because I wanted bills back.  Now I do it out of spite to see if they can count.  They can't.

That'll be $7.45

Okay, here's $9.50