And note, when I say basic math, I mean addition and subtraction. It's frankly appalling how many people cannot do even the simplest of subtraction problems in their own head. I can deal with it when it's a little kid who can't do math. You haven't gotten to money subtraction yet? It's okay. Here, let me show you real quick. There. That's better ain't it? You have 1.67$. In pennies. Yes you can get a bottle of pop.
Quick and painless.
I am referring to the adults who cannot do math in their heads. Grown up human beings. People who are responsible for their own mortgages, car payments, cell bills…but when it comes to the idea of adding and subtracting, I don't know what it is, but they turn into absolute retards at the mere thought of it. I can see the drool.
Allow me to share with you a horror story of one such woman, in simple script format, to highlight this phenomenon.
Woman walks into the store. She's got 30 dollars in gas on the pump. She hands me 3 20 dollar notes. Do that math real quick. Tell me what you come up with. If you said 70, congratulations, you're an idiot. She hands me 60 dollars in 20s for a 30 dollar purchase.
Fine, no worries. They're fairly new bills, I figure they must have gotten stuck together in her wallet, it happens pretty often. I hand her back the unnecessary 20.
She hands it back to me.
Confusion sets in.
"Did you want me to break the extra 20 into smaller bills…?" I prompt gently, gesturing to the 40 dollars in my hand. This also happens fairly often. I'll rant about that later.
"No, I want 30 dollars in change."
Now, the people in the audience who passed 5th grade mathematics are tilting their heads in confusion. Let me reiterate. The woman has 30 dollars in gas on the pump. She has handed me 60 dollars in 20 dollar notes. I require only 40. Why? Let me break it down for the derp-a-derps. 40-30=10. 60-30=30, which is in fact, 20+10. Huh. Wait a second…I do that math in my head a few times, just to make sure I'm not going to make a retard of myself. When satisfied that it's sound, I quirk my head at the woman.
"I beg you pardon, ma'am?"
"I want 30 dollars in change. I got 30 out there. I'm giving you 60. I want 30 back."
There it is again. My heart sinks. It wasn't just me mishearing her, or an accident. This woman wants back a 10 dollar note, plus…her own 20 note. I attempt to explain this.
"Ma'am, you've given me 60. I only need 40."
No dice.
"But I want 30 dollars in change."
"Ma'am. I will be giving you back your own 20 if I punch in 60 dollars to my till."
"I had. 30 dollars. In gas."
Ohhh boy. It's the voice. I hear this voice a lot when working with people. It's a bit ironic really, often times when people are being stupid, they talk to me like I'm the stupid one. In other words, the woman is now leaning forward over the counter, fixing her eyes on mine, and speaking in a low, clear voice, much like one would to a 5 year old.
"I know that, ma'am. And you've given me 60 dollars. If I punch in this order, you will be receiving 30 dollars in change. 20 of that will be your own 20 dollar bill, which you are insisting I take. And then give back to you."
The customer begins to become irate, repeating to me her order and the amount she has given me. My heart breaks. Feeling like a complete and total fool, I punch the numbers into my till. But in a last ditch effort to make her see her own mistake, I hold up the extra 20 high above my head. In go the numbers. 60-30=30. I remove a 10 dollar note from the till, and raise that too above my head. I place the two notes together above my head, and hand them down to her, pleading with my eyes for her to understand what she has just made me do.
"THANK you."
She storms out in a huff.
The customer who has been standing behind her stares at me in shock and horror. We share this moment together, reassuring ourselves that we were not simply hallucinating the whole thing.
"Did she just…?
"Yes. Yes she did."
"…wow."
"Yeah…"
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There are times where even I, a fairly able mathematician, fall into lapses of math-fail.
But that persistence was unnecessary, and ultimately worthless in all of its rights.
Heck, you should have just kept the 20.
But that persistence was unnecessary, and ultimately worthless in all of its rights.
Heck, you should have just kept the 20.
But then she wouldn’t have gotten her 30 dollars in change.
XD
I laughed at the next customer’s reaction.
I hate dealing with idiots, especially when I work drive-thru. (which is often because I’m too lazy to help with anything else other than cleaning.)
-Feels as if I’m one of those people Nass hates to deal with at the drive-thru.-
-Enjoys messing with the drive-thru people-
“Your voice is sexy.” Mhmm.
Anyway, wow, what an idiot.
GRAMMAR NAZI TIME!
Correction: Your voice is sexy, not you are voice is sexy.
LUGER!!!!! -pewpewheadshot-
Correction: Your voice is sexy, not you are voice is sexy.
LUGER!!!!! -pewpewheadshot-
Sorry.
Was thinking “You’re sexy” and she was.
lmfao@Froggy.
But nah, I love it when teens come by. Cuz I always answer them like “Yo what’s good? What can I get ya?”
And my manager is always like “U!Y#!UDIJADL: RESPECT!” And it’s funny.
It’s stupid adults…the one’s who ALWAYS CHANGE their orders last minute. Or the ones who ask me for recommendations.
It’s those people I hate.
I remember the late nights in Bolton McDonalds, the girls working there would all be girls from my school so we’d drive up and flirt like nobody’s business. Drunk flirting.
One time I was so inebriated (and driving, silly me), then when she handed us our cheeseburgers, I was so happy that I grabbed her hand and said, “I love you, will you marry me?”
People are stupid. When I work as a lifeguard, there’s a lot of customer service involved in training because you have to learn how to handle retards that will distract you from the possible DNS (drowning non-swimmer-) in the deep end.
You know what I hate.
When people do that (act retarded with the cashier), but then the cashier has to be smart and correct them. Just give the damn lady her fucking money back and no angry retard customer to argue with.
Speaking of that…
this site has horror stories similar to yours.
But yeah, I hate retards who can’t count, also.
When people do that (act retarded with the cashier), but then the cashier has to be smart and correct them. Just give the damn lady her fucking money back and no angry retard customer to argue with.
Speaking of that…
this site has horror stories similar to yours.
But yeah, I hate retards who can’t count, also.
I love that website. It makes me feel better on bad days, because there’s always someone worse out there. Also, I wasn’t trying to argue with the woman, just trying to explain to her that she’d given me extra money. It didn’t work.
I laughed so hard that I almost cried xD
BTW, was the lady a Texan? 😛
/loljk
I’m pretty sure the lady was blonde.
*ducks for cover*
Brunette. From Wisconsin. Or Minnesota. Either or.
….
So in other words…she was a blonde?
… I probably would’ve blown a fuse right there. xD
The customer is always right.