March 13, 2017

anneh cashier

Company T cafeteria, where all shit converge and dumbasses collide. It was lunch time, and I was served by this young Indian guy cashier who looked like he wanted to be a nail salon operator when he grew up.

Cashier: *punch punch punch register* “That’ll be RM6.50 please.”

Me: “The cafe owes me 80 cents from the breakfast this morning. Can you please deduct?”

Cashier: “So I just minus 80 cents from your total, right?” *wobbles his head*

Me: “That’s right.”

Cashier: *punch punch punch register* “That’ll be RM7.30 please.”

Me: “No no… you’re supposed to minus, not add. The cafe owes me, not the other way round.”

Cashier: “Oh, I’m sorry…” *punch punch punch register* “That’ll be RM7.30 please.”

Me: [WTFBBQ!] “Are you for real?? What did I just told you!?”

The cashier guy was startled, because he did not expect that reaction from me, and he started to say something incoherent…

Cashier: “Ermm… I’m sorry… where did you get that piece of chicken? From the front?”

Me: “Yes from the front. But what has that got to do with this??”

He fiddled the register for a short moment, and then he said this:

Cashier: “Sorry, it should be RM5.30″

And that’s still the wrong amount. I gave the dolt RM6 to be done with and he gave me back the RM1. o__O”

I’m pretty sure he didn’t inherit the chettiar genes from his ancestors…

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