Alright, since it seems like there are way more pet peeves about public service than I realized, I decided to compile another list of them. These are more than just pet peeves, though: the rude, the crude, and just the senseless of things that I see specifically at the cashier's window.
1. Your body parts are not wallets, people.
This means money does not go in your socks, under sweat bands around wrists, and (ladies!) not under your breasts. You sweat. You reek. You get your money sweaty and stinky and then I have to touch it. Imagine me wiping my sweaty pits on money and handing it to you. Disgusting right? Well, it's the same concept.
Now, that being said . . .here's a logical part 2.
2. Money in mouth=
People's booby sweat and feet funk in your mouth. Yeah. Great image right? That twenty dollar bill you stuck in your mouth and then handed to me was probably under some overweight Nascar-wife's boobs. Ick and Ew. Not only that but why are you putting money in your mouth? I have pockets, I have a purse, and I have two hands. If at any time these places aren't available for money-holding purposes, I will lay my money down before putting it in my mouth. Money is dirty. Your mouth isn't clean to begin with. I don't want your germs on top of the sweaty booby germs.
3. I don't make the prices.
Seriously, I don't. I simply take your money. The prices are on the menu. Read them, look at the money in your pocket (or mouth . . .ugh), do the mental math. Hell, break out the calculator if you really need to, but bitching at me for the price of something will not make the price change. Trust me, if you're paying $1.50 for a Coke, chances are I am too. If I had the power to change that for you, why wouldn't I change it for myself?
Going with that is number 4.
4. I don't make you pay for this stuff.
Again, I have no control over this. If you want to order a Nonfat Sugar Free Vanilla Latte with extra espresso, then that's what you're going to pay for. I'm not twisting your arm and making you pay for these things, so quit glaring at me and acting snotty when you pull up to the window. Joke's on you, guys, cause you're doing this to yourself. If you don't like the long line, the prices, the way the greeting at the speaker sounds, no one is forcing you to eat fast food everyday.
5. Ads don't dictate every price in every store in a franchise.
Oh, drinks are advertised for $1.00? The ad says "at participating locations"? Guess what? We're not participating. I, again, cannot control that. If you would, once again, read the menu before ordering you would see that. The prices aren't in some foreign language. Also, just because you see it for a dollar in Knoxville or Barbourville doesn't mean I'm automatically supposed to give them to you for that price. Guess what else? I can't. The buttons are preprogrammed and I can't change it.
6. If you short change me, I have to pay.
You dumping your money on the ground on "accident" isn't as funny as you think. Neither is half-ass counting your change, tossing it in at me, and driving off. Once the shortages reach a certain amount, they have to come out of my paycheck. That crap adds up and I really don't want to buy your breakfast. If I did, I'd offer.
7. Yes, the toys are cheap, but they're free.
I know that sounds weird. Here's the deal. Go to McD's and buy a 4-piece nugget, small fry, and small drink. It will cost you more than the price of a happy meal. This means that when you put it in a happy meal, yes, you're getting the toy free. The toy is cheaply made, but it's not supposed to be made to last. It's just supposed to be something that pacifies and coaxes your children into eating. And yes, if you come multiple times in a week, you'll get the same toy but if you bring it back to me or another worker, we can try to exchange it for you.
Once again, if I offended someone, oops!
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