Sooooo…

I was a cashier at a local grocery store while in college. Your typical college job (long hours, work on weekends, bad bosses, etc.) but I absolutely loved the customers. I had my regulars that would shop on Thursdays, I had the lady who always complimented me on my haircuts, so on and so forth.

But of course, you get the bad seeds.

There was this woman and her two daughters, and the mother was sweet as pie. As we are making your usual customer-cashier small talk, here comes her two rude daughters slapping two pairs of pants on the end of the conveyour belt. She asks them questions and they answer in that snarky, teenager, mean girl tone. I absolutely can NOT stand disrespect, especially for one’s parents. It drives me up a wall.

So these girls were so impatient that they couldn’t wait for me to scan the groceries and they pick up the pants and move them to the front of the line. The sweet, naive mother gave me the nod to scan them ahead of everything remaining. I scanned them, placed them in their own bag, delieberately not removing the security tag on them, and handed it to them. They take the pants and say “mom, we’re gonna be waiting in the car.” Mind you, I’m not finished so those pants are not technically paid for yet. So they proceed their rude, happy-go-lucky selves to the door and BOOP! BOOP! BOOP! The alarm goes off. They are at the door with pants in a bag with the security tag on and no receipt. They turn with those helpless faces and look at their mom who’ve they disrespected to come help as the security officer makes his way.

GAME. SET. MATCH.