The 66 Surprising Items Cashiers Secretly Judge You For Buying—Number 23 Will Shock You!
She just looks down and turns red as well while the guy who was tossing my stuff into a bag starts laughing at her and says, “This is why the boss said to keep your mouth shut”. (This isn’t a Wal-mart or K-Mart, it’s a locally owned business). I was still beat red because I am a fat guy, so it probably looked pretty bad from an outsider’s point of view.
The bagger guy, probably around my age, a big, black guy I’ve had friendly conversations with when he’s come into my workplace (public library), slaps me lightly on the back as I grab my stuff and tells me not to worry about what she said, it definitely won’t happen again, and said he admired my will power of just not eating the cookie dough straight up because that’s what he would do. The cashier girl never looked up, but her cheeks were still red. I wonder if she’ll be there next week?
Not a cashier either but i know someone whos neighboor is related to a girlfriend of a cashier:
He told that this cashier judges people who buy budget no-name beer – how can somebody just buy this s**t.
Before the days of TLC coupon clipping reality shows, one woman came through my line and bought 217 bottles of assorted kraft salad dressing. She ended up paying nothing for them, because of some weird coupon loophole. After my manager had cleared her and she left the store, I was initially impressed but then thought *what the hell are you going to do with 217 bottles of salad dressing?*.
I usually didn’t judge unless it was ridiculous amounts of junk.
My favorite was a customer who bought two cases of tuna, a large pack of disposable razors and a few cans of ladies shaving cream. I was ringing the stuff out and started giggling. He was confused and I asked, “are you gonna shave a cat?” The guy took a look at his purchases and started laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Both of us were in tears by the time he was out the door.
No one else heard us so we just looked insane.
Years ago, I worked at a d**g store that had a liquor department. One customer has forever stayed with me, because she broke my heart. She was older, maybe in her late 60s/early 70s, always clean and neat but clearly living on a very restricted income. Very polite as well. She came in every day to buy the exact same thing, with no variation- a pint of the cheapest vodka we had, a can of cat food, and a lottery ticket. After about six months of this I asked after her cat and she told me she did not have one, that this was “cheap and good enough” for her to live on. I was floored. To think of this sweet lady eating cat food so she could afford her lottery ticket and vodka, it still messes me up.
Anything old ladies buy at ross. They come in every day and spend all of their money on useless items and clothes and shoes. Then they return everything at different Rosses and buy more junk. It’s an a*******n.
I used to work in an upscale china shop…we had a set that sold for between £2000 for a side plate and £25,000 for a casserole dish…yeah…they were gaudy and ugly and overpriced and yeah…if you bought any of it, I assumed you were a senseless p***k with more money than taste…
I’m a cashier at a grocery store, and I try not to judge people I only see for ~5 minutes once a week.
…But god damnit, if you buy wet produce and leaking meat and bags of clams and don’t put them in the little plastic bags I hate you. Oh my god I hate you.
I didn’t judge but it’s a great story.
I saw a guy in the c****m aisle looking absolutely baffled. I am a pharmacist and went to help (with an inward sigh, some people have no idea how to use them). He said, “i have no idea what I’m looking at. There are so many! I’ve been fixed for almost 20 years. But my boy’s going to college, and I don’t want him bringing STDs or any babies home with him!”. He got really excited when I told him about spermidicde and bought 5-6 dozen count boxes. That’s a good dad.
I used to work at a Save-A-Lot as a cashier. Our client base tended to be a little lower on the economic ladder. At the first of the month (when the benefits get loaded to their cards), I always hated to see people push a cart up full of soda, chips, etc. These people also usually tended to be in poor health. I didn’t really judge them, I more felt pity for them.
I also didn’t like seeing people who would come in with the PIN Number for their card on a piece of paper. It was a small town, I know that wasn’t your card. I didn’t hold it against the people who had the misappropriated card, but more against the people who sold their $300 worth of food stamps for $150 so they could buy alcohol, cigarettes, d***s, etc. The sad part was, a lot of the people selling had kids.
