My favorite at the register when I ring up customers clothes thats 2 for $22 + sales tax and get a nice rude response like "You told me they were $22." This is most common in the younger, dumber girls but it has happened occasionally with the adults.
"New things" at fast food places are usually the items on the $1 menu + misc novelty ingredient for $5. If I'm hungry for greasy junk, I'm going to go ask for a default Whopper or a couple boxes of crispy nuggets or something that's been on the menu for all of recorded history, give them some pocket change, then walk out 10 seconds later. Trying new things/special orders defeats the purpose of fast food.
This gets on my nerves everytime at my job. I work at sports and outdoors type store in a college town and it's pretty easy to tell most of us are just that. There are a few of us who do know quite a bit, but I really don't understand why some people expect fullservice experts and get pissed off that some of us don't know things.
No, I don't know the proper order to refinish your boat.
No, I don't know what size arrow your crossbow needs when you don't even know what model YOU own.
No I don't know what caliber ammo goes in that blurry cellphone picture of your magazine.
I'm sorry sir, but I can't be sure which battery goes in your atv that you dont know the make and model that may be made between 2000 and 2004.
I'm sorry I can't tell you what bait you should use at that lake I've never fished.
Requests for X item that has an empty peg and they ask if there are any in the back, "no". "can you check" bitch I just told you there aren't any but enjoy standing here while I go act like Im looking for an item in a warehouse that we don't get merchandise in. Which btw they still ask me to check even when I explain that.
When it comes to selling guns it can be a pita and funny sometimes. People complain about having to fill out paperwork like it's somehow going to make it not be required. The people who scoff at having to fill it out because they have a clean record, yet get delayed/denied. The neckbeards that act like they know it all and brush me off when I try to explain the form, and then I spend 5 minutes having them correct things. The people who get mad because they got delayed thinking I have any control over what the FBI said.
Also, no I don't know the price of every item in the store, but you did pass 3 price scanners (with large signs) on your way from that shirt rack to me in the fishing rods.
Only two things come to mind from when I was a cashier at Target during high school:
A homeless lady paid for her stuff by removing her crusty shoe and dumping about $4 worth of coins(mostly pennies and nickels) on the counter next to the scanner. I just calmly turned off my lane light and watched her count it for about 10 minutes.
The Target I worked at was really nice and new. It is 2 stories and has the escalator for your cart and everything. The second floor cash registers are right next to the baseball cards and trading cards section. Every few weeks a different creepy pedophile motherfucker would spend about 30 minutes closely studying and rubbing the baseball card packs. One time the creepy mofo du jour was opening each pack the tiniest bit possible. I guess he could somehow see the UBER cards through a 1 mm opening?
The only problem is that people don't actually look at the menu board. People regularly make this obvious when ordering off the value meal instead of the value menu ("I'll take $1 whatever off your value meal") or want a sandwich, yet say they want a #1/2/3/etc. "but just the sandwich." Jesus fuck, just say you want a sandwich, ignore the fucking number. The number is for the meal, you illiterate fuck.
I had never seen one before in the US, but almost all the grocery stores I've been to over here have them ^^; Pretty much any large store needs to have cart escalators because they are multiple floors, and they are busy enough there's no way the elevators could handle the traffic. Stores grow upward here, rather than outward, since acreage in the cities is always scarce.
Every store over here has TONS of customer service as well, literally every aisle will have at least 1 employee working in it and helping customers, or giving out free samples. Extremely convenient to have someone there to ask if they moved something I'm looking for to a different aisle, which they seem to do rather often depending on what's on special. Everything here is more expensive to help pay for all the staff too, on top of the already rising commodity costs >.> Every time I go shopping here it's at least as busy as the busy times back when I was working at Meijer's in Michigan (noon rush or after-work rush), and the busy times here are more like day-after-Thanksgiving rush time... barely able to get a cart down the aisle... A big thing I love about shopping here though is if I spend over 100,000 won (about $100), I can get my stuff delivered to my apartment for free. I don't have a car, so without delivery I'd be hauling that stuff home on my own on my little folding baggage cart ^^;
You can get just about anything delivered here. Grocery stores deliver, even small ones. The local market only requires an order of $15 to get delivery. McDonald's delivers here, as do normal restaurants. I once had a bowl of soup delivered to my dorm. The cool thing is food delivery here comes with legit plates/bowls. When you finish eating, just leave them outside and the delivery guy will swing back in a few hours to pick them up.
Now you're having me wish I lived in South Korea. /sigh
Here's a retail nightmare I had once, a few years back. It was actually more of a day to day nightmare I had to wrestle through. I used to work at a convenience store. These customers of mine would come up to me at the register, and start barking off a long list of lottery numbers. I would very politely ask them to fill out a play slip so that they and myself could be assured that neither of us would make a mistake, as once the lottery ticket was printed, it could not be cancelled. Sometimes I'd even ask these customers how many numbers they wanted me to enter into the lottery machine, and they said over 50. I said that there was no way I could do that, as it is ridiculously beyond my store's policy on clerks manually entering lottery numbers for our customers.
They would often times leave after having a temper tantrum, swearing it would be the last day I worked at my store, and so forth. It was degrading enough to have them assume that all I did was sit behind the counter, while I had other pressing matters to attend to beyond their shitty little attitudes, such as stocking the store with new product, and so on. Many people don't realize this, but plenty of convenience stores like my old one typically had only one person working during a shift. I didn't have co-workers hiding in the backroom, playing bumper cars with the office chairs or anything along those lines. Makes me angry to think back to my old job sometimes. I'm glad I no longer work at a convenience store.