LOL @ people mentioning “common courtesy” and “customer service” in reference to a TACO BELL CASHIER.
Right, because Taco Bell hires their cashiers based on their interpersonal and conflict management skills.
Of course they are stupid and are assholes. If you are not stupid and not an asshole, then you wouldn’t be in fast food in the first place. You should just be grateful there is no pubic hair in your burrito. “Oh no! A fast food employee did not grant me a favour!” Haha get the fuck outta here.
it’s as bad as when the order is $5.01 and you pay with a 10, and the cashier gives $4.99 back in change. like seriously, go fuck yourself with $4.99 in change, damn bakery won’t see my business again
Wow I thought the whole every price ending with 99p rather than just making it £X because it makes prices look cheaper thing was stupid, but prices ending in 1p sound far more annoying, glad we don’t seem to get too much of that where I am.
Not the cashier’s fault probably just some fool in management trying to make numbers on a spreadsheet add up and forgetting that theres more to it than that.
Used to work as a Cash Officer at a flagship store a few years back. What my job entailed was that we’d count and balance every employee’s till after their shift behind a register. There were some employees whose tills would come up short by major amounts and frequently as well. We’re talking 5 to 20 bucks differences. These employees we would end up putting on our so called “red list”. We’d give the employees scares by telling them that if they’re even 1 cent short, we’d have to give take extreme action. And by that, we meant letting them go immediately.
EDIT: Chances are that employee probably comes up short frequently and is probably at that risk level as well so he’s not taking chances in any way whatsoever.
When it comes to values that are differing by less than 1% of the price on a sale less than $10, I’m pretty sure “haggling”, as you fools would put it, is still pretty much the norm here too. Why? 'cause it’s not worth losing a sale over such an infinitesimal amount. $5 in the register is more than $0, even though the OP did eventually come back (dunno why). Fact is the cashier was power tripping and most likely felt smug about it when the OP came back with the penny like a bitch.
Wanna see some great action, OP? Write corporate about it. Customer feedback at that level tends to get some apologetic action, and I all-but guarantee you won’t get a letter back from 'em saying “well why didn’t you just cough up the penny?” like half the fools in here have stated, because it’s once again, not worth it.
And without a shred of self-awareness about how douchey it is to EXPECT people’s generosity in the first place. You don’t EXPECT generosity. That’s why it’s generosity.
Never mind the online ranting. Fuck’s sake, if 1 cent is worth so little, how the fuck is it worth this thread?
When I was little I used to love collecting things. I liked old things. But I was poor, so pennies were one of the easiest things that satisfied my collector’s urge. And I could find them everywhere. People treated them like garbage. I always thought that was funny since not only do they have an aesthetic, sentimental value to me but they are actually have real market value also! I loved looking at the detail, imagining how they were made, what stories they could tell, their smell, and taste. If my beloved Mamaa ever gave me money for some horehound drops or the like, I always anticipated saving the pennies from the resultant change; she never seemed to mind. Sometime I would ask the soda jerk for change for a dime, in pennies. They always happily obliged, they mustve thought I was cute or something. I even remember one time making a bet with little Perceival Sumner; he was so mad at losing this bet that the petulant dickens returned with a defiant smile and an unwieldy bag of pennies with which to pay me. As you may imagine, I could barely contain my shrieks of delight. Huzzah!
I rummaged high and low for all the pennies I could get my fingers on. Very dirty ones scraped from the muck of the earth with my fingernails I would save and spend fortnights meticulously shining; sometimes with soap and water, sometimes with vinegar and polish. One time, from underneath a thick shell of crusty tarnish lept a shiny silver penny nearyly 50 years old! A special cent among my jugs and jugs filled with pennies. Not a single one of those salt glazed jugs could I lift with my own strength. I would skip my chores and with a stolen pinch of father’s snuff, venture down to Ainsworth’s general store in my second hand culottes. There I saw pennies called frosty gems that were so shiny, I could see Lincoln seated inside his monument on the reverse looking right back at me. They had old frosty gems from san fransisco and philadelphia, and denver double-dies worth more than a jew’s eye. Oh, the history! To the consternation of the brabbling manager I bartered away hundreds and hundreds of my old used pennies for some of those virgin frosty gems. Oh, beauteous pennies, how I love you all so. If Mamaa had only known she wouldve given my hide a proper tanning.
Alas, time has advanced, but I remain vigilant upon the prospect of one 1909 S VDB.
Have you ever happened upon one?
I don’t see what the big deal is about pennies/change. Get a jar or something and put them in there, then buy some coin wrappers and change the money at the bank.
WTF at the people saying he should be expected to pay the full price.
It’s a penny. The only reason you would deny someone fast food over a penny is if you were a douche. A douche that is miserable with his job and the only way to feel better about yourself is to deny someone else their purchase over a penny.
That cashier needs to get a life. Or get laid, one or the other.
I would let it slide since some people would refuse pennies when getting change so it evens out in the end and because I wouldn’t give a shit about a penny.
Fact was, my McDonald’s I worked at penalized you for being two dollars short on your drawer. No joke. We got 100 cars an hour, if in three hours I let everyone slide that was just a penny or dime short, well, I’m written up.
Your attitude went a long way with me in the window. I’d let people based on the following factors:
Attitude. If you act like a douche to me when you get to the window, or even taking your order, THEN tell me you’re short money, well, too bad. I don’t care how hard you rage after that. Not happening.
How exact my drawer was, and I was anal about this. I was known by management to 99% of the time be $0.02 off of exact on $1000+ drawers. I always counted off my drawer before I started, and kept a running total in my head on how much I was over, based on customers telling me to not give them back their coins, or how much I was behind based on douchebags that would hand me a single dollar bill, then about 500 coins, then drive off before I finish counting because they KNEW they were short (and I always ran up to the second window on these clowns to accost them for knowingly giving me the wrong amount, just to spite them, like “HAHA, I can count faster than you can steal”). So if I was still near even, or above what the drawer should be, I was more willing to give mercy street. But I also had instances near the end of my shift where my drawer was pushing the danger zone of getting written up, and had to ask for exact change, no matter how nice you are. And I’d always explain why I couldn’t let it slide, so people didn’t think I was being a douche.
But of course, then people would still say, “So?” Ok, yeah, I’ll get suspended so that you and your 50 extra chins can knock a penny off your McDouble.
Our family owns a bar and we’ve had people fired for this. If we can’t trust you to not steal from your fellow employees, how can we trust you not to steal from the company?
As for the topic at hand, anyone who’s running the register knows that if they come up short, it’s an instant salary deduction. Don’t like it, then get the fuck out, I’ve got at least half a dozen new applicants’ resumé’s on the table every week so don’t think your irreplaceable.