"We Gotta Go Get on the Bus."
[scene: interior of store, 8:30 p.m. Saturday night]
mother: We gotta go get on the bus.
young son: Why?
mother: Just to take a ride.
[scene: interior of store, 8:30 p.m. Saturday night]
My mom!
A woman walked up to the counter, talking on her cell phone. Without setting down her phone or even making eye contact with me, she put an item on the counter with a receipt sitting on top of it. She paused in her conversation briefly to say to me, "I want to return this," and then went right back to her phone.
Several of the displays I'm in charge of hold many small items. When I tidy them, I can see which items are gone. Those items were probably sold.
I've seen a lot of people sign their credits cards on the magnetic strip. I have several thoughts on the subject:
Yesterday I spent quite some time cleaning up a shelving unit. We display a lot of small items on it, so it took a while to put everything back in its proper place. I started at the top and worked my way down. I knelt on the floor to work on the lower shelves.
[Before I tell my story, I just want to apologize for not posting recently. Between my cold and my computer problems, I've been a little distracted. Anyway.....]
A man used his debit card to pay for his purchases. After I swiped it, I handed him the keypad and gave my usual speech: "Go ahead and enter your number, then press the green button."
As a group of people were leaving, one of them said to me, "Thanks for letting us looking around!"