When a mom, with two small children enters your store, please assume she is not out on a casual stroll having a fun afternoon, humming la*la*la. Typically she would be in a hurry, probably a bit stressed, consumed with getting out of your place of employment as fast as possible.
Unfortunately my luck always seems to be drawn to the newbie cashiers at this particular grocery store. And today, my luck was abandoned when I entered your line. You robotically scanned my $80 worth of groceries and I watched them piling up at the end of the conveyor belt.
Piles, piles, piles.
Under the piles were my cloth grocery bags that were meant for the groceries to go in them, not on top of them. I stood there in amazement as you tapped your fingers waiting for my credit card receipt to pop out of the machine.
Looking at the piles, piles, piles.
You handed me my receipt and told me to have a nice day. Started to ring up the next customer to my utter amazement. Cue my children, one wandering off to play in the automatic doors and one starting to scream for chocolate milk.
And there they were, my haphazardly tossed tomatoes on a vine, my $5.00 loaf of bread, thrown like a horse shoe. Sitting there. Completely forgotten.
I guess the training you received as a cashier was a special "prince of cashier" training, for you need not bag your customers groceries. Your customer with two hungry and overstimulated children. Your customer who would rather be home right now, but I am not, I am packing my own fucking groceries???
I have your name, I will complain. I will leave the store before I have to be disgusted by your customer service again. If I return that is.
Shame, shame, grocery store. Mom's just need a little TLC, not a minimum wage prince who is too good to lend a hand.
For the record, I'm always the type to pick up my canvas bags and start packing bags to lend a hand, but sometimes it's nice to be helped.