so i was at kroger today, right?
i usually go at around 2am and the guy that works then knows me. if shawn goes without me he asks where i am, it's really cute.
but we went in the middle of the day today and our cashier (a 17 year old girl) was talking to our bagger (a 15 year old boy) and the bagger was talking about how he'd race her and win because his cousin drives an eclipse spider and she was like "you can't even drive". and he was like "how old are you?" and she was like "17" and he was like "are you a senior?" and she was like "i'm supposed to be" (believe me, this comes into play in a second)
so our total is $125.30 and i give her $126. she rings it up at $176 and i said "no, i only gave you $126" so she calls over her manager.
her manager tells her to just give me the change i should get and to jot it down on a piece of paper. and the girl was like "i'm no good at math" so the bagger breaks out his calculator and starts figuring out how much we're supposed to get back.
so they come to some conclusion and the girl grabs out $50 and gives it to me, and i was like "umm... that's not right" and she looks at the bagger and he says "oh yeah, you're supposed to give them an extra dollar"
and i was like "o_O no. i'm supposed to get back 70 cents" and the woman behind me said that it was nice that i was so honest.
i really fear for the youth. at first i thought she just called the manager over to figure out how to make it right with the system, i didn't realize she called the manager over because she's a complete retard that can't do math. i have a suspicion that kid will always be working at that kroger.
i shoulda kept the $50. stupidity tax.
The incorrect change thing is bad enough but the thought of some stupid 15 year old street racing is truely frightening. If they kill themselves that's one thing but they're going to kill other with this stupidness. Of course it is more likely he's just a horny kid trying to impress the cashier in the only way his limited little brain knows how.
i went to a post office once and i had four dollars, i needed stamps. i get up to the counter and i say i have four dollars so i need i guess about ten stamps. so the the total comes out to just under four dollars and he says "wow how did you do that?!"
i glanced at him trying to determine whether or not he was serious... and i let him know that it was simple math... he said "without a calculator? there's a first."
... if thats true and this guy never has anyone come in and calculate in their head i was thinking i really fear what people are becoming and how stupid they are... and now combined with your story... :(
i know all about having to redo shit because people are too stupid to do it right the first time. the past two times i was at kinkos i've had to go behind the counter to print shit because they couldn't handle using illustrator.
it is completely beyond me why someone would work in a place where you design (albeit cheaply) for people when they can't work illustrator.
Occasionally, I take an inventory of sorts. Do I really care what other people think of me, and why?
It's situations like these that get me thinking about that. The ONLY reason I would have not taken that $50 is the person behind me in line. The accountability of that other person watching me, the possibility that they would tell on me when it came their turn in line, or even worse, the thought that they might confront me in the parking lot or something similar.
I wonder, is that a GOOD accountability, or is that an oversensitivity as to what people think?
I generally conclude that if I would find someones actions offensive morally (as opposed to 'damnit, why didn't she accidently give ME $50 extra?') then it is actually my own moral compass manifesting itself in the eyes of other humans.
In general I feel it's really fucked up to take advantage of the weak, but I have no problem fucking big corporations up their asshole; So I know if I were the last person in line, I would have grinned at my exagerated fortune and gone off and bought myself some LUSH products or something with that $50 from kroger.
I really wonder how different I would be, were I totally isolated and did not feel the pressure of judgement from others.
Probably a lot fucking happier and more comfortable, I'll bet.