Service With A Smile

Most of the time whenever I go on my bi-daily carbonated drink and milkshake run the service at the Central shop is pretty good. The cashiers are usually polite and friendly and I'm starting to wonder if they don't see me as a regular - I imagine not every one of their customers appears every two days like clockwork, carting around a basket full of 7up, Coke, Fruit Twist Fanta and Vanilla Frijj.

However they've recently hired another checkout worker and I dread being served by her to a stupid degree.

This woman seems to regard all of the customers as an annoyance, how dare we interrupt her day of standing behind a checkout. How dare we ask to pay for our goods with a card and how dare we ask for two plastic bags instead of the uniform one.

Two plastic bags? Yeah. That's just how I roll, baby.

The first time I encountered this lovely ray of retail sunshine, I had my basket full of the usual nicknacks that I need for a decent night in on my own without Jo: A pizza, bottle of wine and a Frijj milkshake. I elected to pay by card and politely asking if that was ok I was greeted with a blank stare.

In most shops when you pay by card they'll tell you when it's ok to put your card in the reader and when they're done draining the funds from your account and you can take it out again.

Not this chick.

Oh no - She simply stands there watching you whilst you figure out how to work the blooming thing yourself, shoves the receipt into your hand without so much a word and turns back to whatever vastly important thing she must be doing.