Whatup SpaceHeyers!

It's ya [Boy], Sleepy M!

-3 bags of air fryer biscuits

- 1 frozen pound cake

- 1 Chocolate cake

So his total was like, 40 bucks. And he tells me, "Lemi fine macurd," Obviously, I have no clue what he said since the store is busy and he was speaking a little quietly. So I say, "Sorry sir, could you repeat that?" We go back and forth since I can't hear him and he's got no patience. He says, "Let me find my card." So I wait a moment.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

It's been like five minutes, which is at least six months and ten days in cashier time. I mean, I've seen him rifle through at least a credit card and a debit card, so he's clearly looking for something specific. So I ask him to step to the side while he searches so I can take other customers, but he's ignoring me! 

sigh

I let him dig through his thick wallet until he finds it. He pulls out a white card and hands it to me, and says, "It's got fifty-two dollars on it."

Oh shit. It's a dang Healthcare card. Damn. 

At this point, I assume he's just a cranky old man and ring up the healthcare card, bringing his total down to about 16 dollars. He's looking at me like I peed all over his groceries. I actually get this look a lot so I immediately launch into an explanation I say at least five times a day. "Well sir it's a healthcare card, provided by your healthcare provider for healthy foods. It's pretty lenient but it doesn't co--"

"Well I gotsa eat sumptin', don't I? It's suppose' to tayke food off. I didn't bring no cash."

Well maybe if he had let me finish talking, like dang dude. So I continue, "It covers most foods, sir, but not unheathly foods like ice cream, soda or cake, and you got--"

"Tayke off the cake." He looks like he's upset that I didn't allow his cake to come off. I take the chocolate cake off and pound cake. His new total is 1.51. He demands to know why he has to pay taxes. I explain that our store is just about the only store that doesn't take taxes off the card. HE REFUSES TO PAY.

"I ain't bring money."

He just stands there as if to say "Now what? You gonna let me get what I want or what?

I'm just flabbergasted. First off who comes to a grocery door checkout line with NO FUCKING MONEY? Secondly, I JUST SAW HIM DIG THROUGH THAT GIANT-ASS WALLET. I ask him if he wants me to void out his order so he can leave, or if he want me to suspend his order while he gets change. HE STILL REFUSES! "I don't want that. I want my card to do what it's supposed to."

A GROWN MAN THROWING A TANTRUM OVER $1.51! ITS NOT EVEN 2 DOLLARS!

My coworker Jostar comes over to take the cakes back to the bakery, but I ask him to bring over my manager to approve the cake I took off (Cakes can't be taken off of the register without manager approval). He brings back Jolene, and I tell her and Jostar whats going on. My manager asks him the same things I did, he buries his head in the sand and right when my manager was about to void out the order, Jostar pulls out his own card and pays for the man. He hands the man his 3 air fryer biscuits and explains the healthcare cards one more time. The man is just ignoring Jostar while he take his bags. My manager says, "Oh wow how kind of you, Jostar! Sir, he just paid for your groceries!" The man just ignored him and left the store. I yelled behind him 'Have a nice day!' because you should be kinder to those you hate sometimes.

I told Jostar he's a better man than me, and he said he does it sometimes when the amount is low enough and when the customer is difficult. I won't be adopting that strategy. =_=

I swear that some old people have nothing better to do with their time than yell at minimum wage workers. Ugh.