Silent Service
While working the registers at America’s number one organic foods retailer, a friend and I were working, him on the register and me bagging. This also happens to be in a city with an equal proportion of very cool, and very b*tchy people.
So a woman comes up and this is what happens. For brevities sake, we’ll call my friend and me: A (register) and B (bagger)
A: Hey, how are you today?
Customer: Listen. I don’t want you to say a single thing to me during this. I don’t want to talk to you.
A and B look at each other. shrug. the order continues as any other…until payment
as the woman struggles with the credit card machine
Customer: how does this work? your machine is broken. how do I do this?
A and B make complete and total eye contact with the woman and say nothing
Customer to Cashier: Can you help me with this? I can’t figure this out.
A gives the coldest stare you’ve ever seen. crosses arms
Customer looking at B: Can you…
cold stare. The customer realizes what she’s done.
Customer: The moment of silence while she takes several minutes to work the machine. customer leaves.
Next customer: Well done guys