tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post1267135333088627011..comments2023-10-17T08:55:54.647+01:00Comments on this writer's life: He or she is just not that into you: the disengaged customer - rude on purpose or by accident?Teresa Stensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027879292470220383noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-5947941901096644242013-05-16T09:39:04.107+01:002013-05-16T09:39:04.107+01:00Ha yes, I've had the cupped hand. Baby ducking...Ha yes, I've had the cupped hand. Baby ducking, I wish. Usually it's a handful of unnaturally warm coins from really warm hands with long fingernails. I tip the coins into the til very quickly and sanitize sanitize sanitize. <br /><br />Good luck with the coin tube tipper. Needs a good name... Teresa Stensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17027879292470220383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-41706558063344797502013-05-15T11:30:12.250+01:002013-05-15T11:30:12.250+01:00I once saw an old man who used both hands to pay -...I once saw an old man who used both hands to pay - one to hold the coins, the other to gently cup the cashier's outstretched hand from underneath. It was a bit like you might do if you were giving a small child a duckling to hold. The till lady looked very concerned, but it all ended amicably enough.<br /><br />I think you already know the answer to your question. As soon as I can perfect my method of delivering coins with the aid of a long stick or tube, my days of terror at the till will be over.Dan Purduehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01633271913854946500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-41407102538819439532013-05-14T10:06:15.998+01:002013-05-14T10:06:15.998+01:00Oh Dan. I love all of that so much.
I can see yo...Oh Dan. I love all of that so much. <br /><br />I can see your panicked contorted face very clearly. It is - as you say - really unlikely that the person who served you felt the same level of alarm at the fleeting contact. That kind of contact is okay. Because there is another, far more sinister, contact that can occur during that moment of coin transferal. Some people like to really spread their fingers out over your palm as they put the coins into it. Really slowly. You don't do that, do you? DO YOU???<br />Teresa Stensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17027879292470220383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-89917218444054656982013-05-13T14:47:38.069+01:002013-05-13T14:47:38.069+01:00Ah, yes, the old handing-the-money-over moment. I ...Ah, yes, the old handing-the-money-over moment. I always hand the cash to the person on the till, so I'm not like the terrible customer you describe. But sometimes, to my (and, I assume, the cashier's) horror, I misjudge the trajectory, velocity, etc, and touch the person's skin with my own. It always feels like I've transgressed the staff-customer barriers in some twisted and nefarious way, or like I've made a clumsy sort of sexual advance. <i>I didn't do it on purpose</i>, I yearn to say. But then I wonder whether my face has instinctively contorted into some sort of grimace, and the other person - who probably barely noticed the fleeting moment of skin contact, now feels bad because I've made a face like I unexpectedly put my hand in a dog turd or something. And I have to stand there thinking all that while I wait for my change. The whole thing is agonising.<br /><br />Also, that thing where sometimes your hand is a bit warm and one of the coins sticks to your finger for a split second and you accidentally sort of flick it down the back of the till and there's that moment where neither of you quite knows what to do because technically you have given them the right money but also they don't know for certain what the coin was and they won't be able to get it from behind the till until the end of the day.Dan Purduehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17931812271782255562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-64128610902998934032013-05-13T08:03:27.416+01:002013-05-13T08:03:27.416+01:00Hello Karen - your hatred is noted and appreciated...Hello Karen - your hatred is noted and appreciated. Thank you.<br /><br />Hi Rachel - ooh, nice analysis. And you're right: I *am* a creative phoenix bird made of molten lava!<br /><br />Hi Kam - exactly - it's what THEY wanted, after all.<br /><br />Teresa Stensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17027879292470220383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-53809283195460445082013-05-12T22:26:03.155+01:002013-05-12T22:26:03.155+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Kamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13105682775656998235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-21385509952111906042013-05-12T22:26:00.780+01:002013-05-12T22:26:00.780+01:00I hate customers like that, but you did the right ...I hate customers like that, but you did the right thing. One must respond in kind :) X Kamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13105682775656998235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-12329792072379816432013-05-10T22:19:36.494+01:002013-05-10T22:19:36.494+01:00It's those pesky petit bourgeois, desperate to...It's those pesky petit bourgeois, desperate to scramble up the ladder of elitism, feeling the need to distance themselves from the workers they once were. Ah, feels good to have got that off the bird feeder. <br /><br />Just think,Teresa, that customer would have gone home and no doubt attempted to ruin every other person's day along the way, whilst you, as sure as new life grows from the ash of a volcano, rose phoenix like to creative heights. A shake of the fan to you!Rachel Fentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10046917627054462214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968546507603375440.post-15412818725267458422013-05-10T21:36:06.724+01:002013-05-10T21:36:06.724+01:00I hate that customer. HATE THEM!I hate that customer. HATE THEM!Karen Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17855965073232507189noreply@blogger.com