Honest to gosh this is a transcript (of what I experienced) of an interaction between me and a customer at work today.
Customer: Are you sure it's that much? I mean, that's a lot.
Me and Judy count the items and check the tickets and assure her so.
Customer picks at the pile of clothes: That's a lot.
Me: Would you like to take anything out?
Customer gives me a leveled stare then smiles sweetly: If I would, I would've said so.
Me: Okay...
I start folding clothes. Customer pulls out a shoe from her clothes pile.
Me misinterpreting this: Oh yeah, the other one got mixed up in there...
Customer: Yes, but it was on the clothes.
Me: Yeah, it got that way when we were counting.
Customer: Yes, but it was on the clothes.
Me: ...
Mentally, I allow that that is true and another side of me is trying to think of another way to passively aggressively reply to that. I simply take my annoyance out on my folding-crumpling technique.
Oh I just love people who are snooty about pre-worn clothes.
