I also work in a grocery store. I think that I now hate most people because of this. I know that I don't get the best people in the world in my store, but nonetheless the people who do come into my store have pretty much turned me away from everyone.
I swear that most customers cannot read. They pick up the wrong size or whatnot of a sale item, then complain when it's not the price they wanted it to be. This happens all the time.
I hate when customers throw their items onto the conveyor (sp?) belt. They act like they're angry at the world, so they have to take it out on me somehow by throwing things.
The way people handle their money is another pet peeve that I have. I hate when a customer hands me wadded-up bills. I also like money to face in the same direction, but most customers just have their money all mixed up. I also don't like it when customers throw their money at me, or refuse to put it in my hand. I just want to throw their change in their faces after they do that. grr.
I have so many more complaints, but I'm going to end with this one.
Two words: Stinky Bob. Stinky Bob is an old man who frequently shops at the store where I work. As evidenced by the name, he doesn't smell nice. I can smell Stinky Bob before I can see him. He wears the exact same clothes every day. His white shirt is now yellow and brown, and sometimes smeared with dog poo. He leaves a trail of odor where he's been. It's horrible. I really do not know why he never bathes. He smells so bad that I don't know how he never smells himself. eww.
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