Dear Lady;
It isn't anyone's fault but your own that you forgot to pick up four bags of your groceries, especially when the lady who served you reminded you that your groceries were on the other register next to her because the rest of your groceries had taken up all her packing room. She told you they were there and you forgot, which makes this your fault. She didn't intentionally hide them somewhere you wouldn't see them just so she could rip you off or steal your groceries. It sucks that you didn't realise you were missing three bags of meat and one bag of vegetables until you got home. Somehow I'm sure that if I spent around $50 on meat and didn't pack them into the back of my car I'd notice and want to know where my meat went. I understand that when you ring up an hour and a half later wondering where your groceries are you're going to be upset because you obviously bought them for a reason and now you're without them. However it is not possible for us to drive them out to you when you live in the next town an hour away. We wouldn't be able to drive them out to you even if you lived down the road. I don't know how you get off expecting us to drive an hour away when there is a major grocery store that needs to be run. We don't hire staff to do grocery runs when people leave things behind, and everyone who is working already has a job to do. Home delivery is not a service we offer, and yelling into the phone for twenty minutes because you forgot your groceries does not solve any problems. Denying that the cashier mentioned your groceries on the other register when you're told that she did doesn't solve any problems either. Us check out chicks make mistakes, but we don't lie about them, and we're used to people leaving things behind and we try so hard to make sure that people always take their groceries. I would have loved nothing more in that moment to be the one to tell you where to stick your demands about us driving your groceries out to you but that's just rude. Unfortunately, being the customer means that you are alaways right, even when you're just plain wrong, so we offered you a $30 gift card to compensate for the cost of petrol so that you could drive back in to pick up the groceries that you forgot. But then, an hour later when you come to me and ask for your groceries, I go to get your gift card to process it and you walk off. I have to chase you to give you your petrol money, which was the very reason you were all antsy in the first place. I'm sure that it was your intention to not take the offer so that you could complain to head office about us (who incidentally, wouldn't do anything about your complaint because you left your groceries behind, we didn't try to steal them) because we offered something and "pursposely" didn't give it to you. So in exchange for your self caused troubles you get free groceries or free petrol, whatever you see fit to spend your gift card on, but you still complain. Never fear, your name has gone down in the black book of customers, just like that guy who yelled and yelled over oranges. Ah well, no matter how rude you are I'm still going to smile and wish you a nice day.

I work at McDonalds... I would like to think that a 4 year old could understand our menu...but not even adults can.

First WTF:

Lady - What is your sweet tea?

Me - It's...sweet...tea.....

Lady - Oh...so, that has...sugar in it?

Me - yes....

Lady - OH THEN NO I DON'T WANT THAT.


What was she expecting it to have in it? 



Second WTF:

Lady - What kind of flurrys do you have?

Me - Oreo, Reeses, Snickers, and M&M

Lady - What comes in the Snickers flurry?

Me - Snickers....

Lady - Hmmm

Me - ..It's just the ice cream and the candy bar chopped up

Lady - Ohhhhhhhh I guess I'll take that then. 



Third WTF:

Guy - What is the sausage biscuit?

Me - A buscuit with sausage on it.

Guy - OH OKAY 

When people ask questions like this, I'm not really sure how to answer them? It's like they are expecting this hidden ingredient or something. Am I just being rude or are they just incredibly stupid?

Witnessed suck at Mickey D's.

Tonight coming home from a party I wanted fries, as you do. So I pull into McDonald's around 2:15 a.m. It's fairly busy, as it's one of the few places open 24/7, and there are about five cars ahead of me.

Directly ahead of me is a pickup truck. I can hear the guy inside yelling, because his window is down and so is mine. At first I thought he was arguing with somebody on a cell phone, but soon enough it became clear that he was ranting at the line. AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE. It sounded something like this:

"FUCK you. FUCK you. Think I'm gonna wait in your FUCKIN line. FUCK you. FUCK you. Goddamnit think I'm gonna wait in this goddamn line. FUCK you. FUCK you. FUCK you. FUCK you. Let's move things along, goddammit. FUCK you. FUCK you."

You get the idea. Each "FUCK" was delivered with really hate-spitting venom. I yelled "Hey, shut up!" out the window. He didn't seem to hear me. I tried again a little later, but he didn't react.

I was getting kinda freaked out. He was working himself up into a frenzy of hate. Was he going to get up to the window and unleash holy hell on the hapless window-guy? He seriously seemed like the kind of guy who'd pull out a shotgun and start blasting away. I was actually committing his license plate to memory in case he did something awful and drove away. I can't even tell you how disturbing his non-stop tirade was.

And then, when he got up to the window? He calmly paid, collected his food and left without so much as a word.

I guess this isn't really a customer_suck because he didn't abuse the employees. But I sure wasn't happy having to listen to him scream FUCK YOU eighty bajillion times while I waited for my fries.

Hello. Long time no post. Sadly, I'm still working at the concession stand at my local movie theater. There is a full moon this week, and I seriously believe that this causes people to be absolutely batshit insane, especially when it comes to going out into public.

A little background info about my concession stand. We have a few combo deals, all of which come with a popcorn, a soda, and a candy in various matching sizes (medium combo comes with medium popcorn and drink, etc.).

Today I got a big spender who was exceptionally dumb.

Me: Just trying to do my job.
DL: Dumb lady

DL: I'd like five Coke Icees, please.
Me: *gets those* Anything else?
DL: Two medium drinks...and two medium combos.
Me: The combos come with drinks. Do you want the two medium drinks as part of the combos, or do you want two medium drinks in addition to the combos?
DL: *gives me this blank look and than says snottily* I don't know! Whatever's cheapest!
Me: (Well, it IS cheaper to have the drinks be part of the combos, but if she needs the two extra drinks...Oh, whatever, if she needs more drinks, she can tell me) *gets her the two medium popcorns and two medium drinks and has her pick candies for the combos*

She didn't ask me for any other drinks, and then she paid. But then AFTER she paid...

DL: Oh...these weren't even the popcorns that I wanted! I wanted the BIG ones! *points to large popcorns*

...Then why did she even say she wanted two medium combos??? She clearly had no idea what a medium combo was. Also, way to tell me you wanted a different popcorn size AFTER already paying. They were right there, and you watched me grab the two medium bags when there were larger ones right above them. WHYYYYY didn't you stop me right then and there and tell me you wanted larges??

That brings up another pet peeve of mine. Why don't people READ the menu? We have one! It says the price of every item, and it says what's in each of the combos... Yet people continually ask me about things that they can look up and easily read for themselves. And they bitch and complain about the prices after I've already rung them up. You can SEE that a water is $4.75 before you even ORDER it, so stop YELLING at me about it! I get paid minimum wage! Cry me a freaking river!

That is all. *bow*

Occupation: Movie theater manager.

So, work today had a major customer suck. A woman tripped in one of the theaters and broke her arm. Her husband spent a good ten minutes telling her she was fine, just go back into the theater, you're fine. He was more concerned with missing the movie rather than tending to his wife, who's arm was at this point slightly at an odd angle. I go over and attempt to get her information, and her husband irritatedly spits out his street address and his wife's name, yet I miss the town name and ask him to repeat it. He ignores me again and again, and then starts to misunderstand me and make snide remarks about why I was asking about the "time". Why the fuck would I ask about the time it happened, asshole? I have a clock to look at that's better than your shitty wristwatch, thanks. So, after asking a little louder, assuming he had not heard me properly because my voice is rather soft when a crowd is around, he gets belligerent, screams that he doesn't need to "take this bullshit", and grabs his wife rather roughly and starts towards the lobby exit. I call after him apologetically, explaining that I was asking for the town his wife lived in, and he screams back "bite me".
The first reaction that came to mind was to go over and break HIS arm, but I didn't need the officer arresting me. Thankfully said officer saw the whole thing, including the husband's disregard for his wife, so I don't think I could get in trouble for this. I was as polite as pie about the whole thing, and I've got people to back that up. It just amazes me that someone would be so cold as to ignore a blatantly injured spouse to go and see a movie. The movie will still be here, jackass. You wife needs medical attention NOW. Get going without acting like a moron and maybe you'll actually be allowed back without people snickering behind your back about your prior antics.

Okay, dear customers, let me make things abundantly clear to you, yes?

I am not a miracle worker! If the computer doesn't send your order back, there's not a whole lot I can do other than resend it. I'm sorry the extra TWO MINUTES this takes inconveniences you, but you have to wait an hour for the prints anyway, so what's the big deal!? I mean, have you looked around? We're busy. Very busy.

To the gentleman who came in during one of my TWO slow periods today, I'm sorry you're a dick. The computer went kablooey with your order. It happens. When it said there were no orders to resend, why did you flip? I told you not two seconds after I saw the message that the order was there and the computer was confused. All it needed was a reboot. You didn't have to be a total fuckwad to me or to Alex. Saying you didn't have any more time to wait and you just wanted your money back? Whatever. Okay. But do NOT get all bitchy with me. I'm here from open until I finish maintenance on one of my machines. I'm really not in the mood for you to pull a hissy-fit on the floor. Oh, and by the way? Not more than a minute after you walked out the door? The computer realized that, oh hey, there's an order here. Asshat.

To Mrs. B.:

First: The hardbound photobooks don't come with ribbons and frills. Expecting us to BIND a ribbon into the book? Ridiculous. It's extra time that none of my lab associates or myself have time to waste. Not to mention the number of books we waste trying to get it just right. You want it to be special, glue the fucking ugly thing in yourself!

Second: Lady, you don't spend enough money in our store for me to make up for all the crap your little hellspawn destroys. She was putting a wet wipe into the DRIVES of one of our machines! Besides the obvious risk of electrical shock and DEATH, that's a pretty damn expensive piece of equipment she's fucking with. Oh, and flipping out when she starts pointing the laser scanner at her eyes? I may have had a shred of sympathy for you had you not ignored the girl for FOUR HOURS prior to this. And you were there another two and a half! During which time, she picked up an ink pen and scrawled all over one of the print bar computer's touch screens. To avoid future...incidents, one of my coworkers is bringing in cartoons for the child to watch while you ignore her for six hours. We are not paid to babysit your children. You're her mother. This is your job, lady. And the really sad part is that she's really a very sweet child. But she's five freakin' years old! You cannot expect her to sit patiently for so fucking long while you ignore her! Oh, and tying up three machines at once? I don't think so. We're one of the three busiest stores in the district; meaning we beat out thirteen other stores for this, most of which are in Atlanta. If we're busier than most of the Atlanta stores, I'm not letting you tie up all those machines at once. I have other customers, people who aren't total twats. You? I couldn't care less if you ever came back, honestly. If I didn't like my roommate so much, I'd say you should've stayed at the store she manages. She doesn't do near the imaging business that we do; her employees have time to hold your hand through your "OMG I NEED HELP" spazfits. Yeah, she does a lot in imaging money, but it's not the same amount in sheer volume. I average sixty to eighty customers a day. In imaging, that's a lot, considering I have to watch what paper surface I'm printing on, develop film if it's a film order, PRINT the film (which includes editing for color, passing on bad frames, etc.), cut the film, make sure the CDs are burned. Oh, and make sure everything's on time, too. So, yeah, you? Go DIAF!




....wow, I needed to vent. And that's just what I can type through the alcohol haze. And people wonder why I smoke. It's to prevent me from committing multiple felonies. I hear it's detrimental to job security.

Recap: I work at the place with the big red ball.

So today was my last day before my 2 week vacation and I only had 15 minutes left. I was almost home free with no customers complaining about anything, deflecting what could have been disasters and in a happy mood. Just 15 minutes between me and freedom when I end up this

( if I could change prices I would )

If I offer you a sample of tea, the correct response is not, "IS IT GONNA MAKE ME SHIT!?"

When I say that it won't, the correct response is not, "DO YOU GOT TEA THAT'LL MAKE ME SHIT!?"

When I tell you we do sell a few types that have laxative qualities, do not yell back, "HOLY SHIT HE GOT TEA THAT MAKES YOU SHIT!"

And most of all, when you leave and a group of people start trying my samples, do not run over to them and yell, "THAT SHIT GONNA MAKE YOU SHIT!"

Ma'am, your little girl is an absolutely adorable sprite. She watched very patiently as her brother got a haircut. Then she saw my Hello Kitty earrings, said she liked them, we talked about Hello Kitty (yes I am 24 but I have loved Hello Kitty my whole life!), and then she asked if she could have them. I very gently said no, I'm sorry. Aaaaand then she started crying.

And then her mom said, "Why not just give them to her?"

I said no, sorry.

She scrutinizes them - yeah they're kinda big and gaudy, but they're cute and fun, and I wear them when I'm having a bad day to cheer me up - and says they're not really professional.

She didn't directly ask for them again, but I said I'm sorry (my boss is highly amused by them btw), I can give her a sucker to cheer her up?

She says fine. I think all is well. Until they go to leave and the mom refers to me as "heartless" to another stylist.

What. The. Fuck. I'm heartless because I wouldn't give your daughter my earrings?! They were a gift from a very close friend, and anyway not to be selfish but they are MINE, and it says nowhere in my job description that I must give things away to please your child.

Edit: As entitled as the little girl seemed at first, she pretty much calmed down when I gave her a sucker. Other than that, she was very cute and sweet. The mom was the major suck focus for me.

Hey customer two people ahead of me- if the computer can't take your card, it can't take your card.

Arguing about it and grumping that you don't have any other currency on you won't help. This is why I always have at least a twenty on me.

And arguing by simply repeating over and over that it should work, it worked earlier, and you don't have any other way to pay for your meal is not the way to do it.

In the time you argued about paying, I got my food, paid, and left. You were arguing before I walked up and you were still arguing when I left. Thank goodness the Panda Express had two cash registers.

(Quick note- I didn't stick around to see what happened because I had to get back to my car. But this kid was stubborn. I say kid but he was eighteen or nineteen. It was in the cafetria at my school.)

Recap: Customer Service Girl at Midsized Midwest Grocery Store chain

This one is a bit on that fine line between customer WTF and not-a-customer WTF. I'm going with customer because she did, eventually, buy something.

Anyway, we are hiring for our bakery department. The first line interviews are always done with our Co-Manager, A. A woman, dressed in a ratty brown tee shirt, with scraggly hair walked in and declaired that she was here for an interview. I called A, who came and lead her back to his office.

When I saw A about an hour later, I asked (as I do) how the interview had gone. I had seen the woman come out, buy a bottle of water and some candy and then leave. A started to laugh. The FE Manager was standing at the Service Desk with me and we both kind of looked at him. Then he explained.

See, he never really got to the actual interview part. Before he had gotten much passed the "Hi, my name is A, and I'll be interviewing you today" part, the woman apologized.

Woman Wanting a Job (WWJ): "I'm sorry for the way I look. I didn't have time to shower, and all of my clothes are in a UHaul."
A: "Um." According to him, he was completely confused at this point.
WWJ: "See, I have bed bugs. Actually, *ALL* of DeKalb has been taken over by Bed Bugs. The government and the rental companies keep it a secret, but I'm working on a law suit." *Starts to show A all of her bed bug bites*
A: 0_o
WWJ: "There is only one company that knows how to deal with them. They have you pack up all of your stuff in a Uhaul truck which they then BOMB."
A: *Even more confused then before* "Do you get your stuff back?"
WWJ: "Of course. It's not an actual bomb, and you don't even have to wash or do anything special with your stuff. You can just take them out of the truck and reuse them."
A: "Uhhuh." According to him, he nearly said get out at this point.
WWJ: "But you should be careful. We are moving out of DeKalb because of this problem, to [town 20 minutes away]".

There was another part, where he had asked her about weaknesses. She, at first, gave a very standard answer, but then added something really strange at the end (which, unfortunataly, I don't remember).

Eventually she left, and had offered her hand. He refused to shake it.

Apprently, she had started her ranting to the cashier while she was checking out as well, but there was a line, so the cashier never really responded.

But who comes to a JOB interview, starts off by apologizing for not showering (who doesn't shower for a job interview anyway?) and by having nasty clothes, and then explains that she has bed bugs? More over, who in their right mind thinks that this will get them hired in a BAKERY department, in a grocery store, who values cleaness and personal hygine?

The FE manager, myself and A were laughing for a good 10 minutes over this customer.

Dear Idiot Kid:

Yeah.

You grabbed the Bengal cat BY HIS HEAD, attempted to snatch him up by his tail, and when you finally cornered him on the opposite side of the reptile section and picked him up by his back feet, all the while about three of us are telling you "HEY. NO. LEAVE POUNCE ALONE." and the cat is screaming in pain/fear for you to let him down... ... ...

Why so surprised that after five minutes of growling at you, he turned around and gouged trenches in your back, chest, and arm? And to your mom, who told my boss that Pounce "attacked"-- DIAF, lady. Bosslady, Bestfriendmanager, and I all had the same thought at the same time and bolted to go get phone numbers from witnesses in case Animal Control shows up. Pounce is currently at Bestfriendmanager and AdoptiveBigBrother's house, and may wind up here with me, but seriously?

If they try to take away my 'ickle Pouncerbum, Idiot Kid, I'll make sure I pick up where the 25 pound exotic cat left off. D:<

NO LOVE. AT ALL. EVER,

~Your Neighborhood Pet Professional. :|

+++

EDIT FOR ME BEING STUPID AND LEAVING OUT IMPORTANT PART:

Kid's like ten. His dad wanted to spank him for harrassing the Bengal. His twelve year old brother? Totally fine and gentle with the cat. So yeah, I think he should have known better. >:|

 I work at a local ice cream shop.

Dear Middle Aged B*TCH,
                  No we don't have any goddamned vanilla or chocolate, as you can see we are running VERY low on our ice cream. We can't get shipments overnight and yelling at me IS NOT GOING TO GET THEM HERE IN THE FREAKING HALF HOUR YOU SAT OUTSIDE MY SHOP WHILE I WANTED TO CLOSE!
Sincerely,
          Actrisse


Customer: I'll have a small blackberry Ice cream
Me: We don't have blackberry ice cream.
Customer: Oh okay, I'll have a small banana ice cream then.
Me: . . .Sir, that is a list of toppings, we have no banana ice cream.
Customer: Oh okay I see, so I'll just have lucky charm ice cream
Me: o_O

It clearly says "TOPPINGS" on the board.

Yesterday I decided to go through my vast piles of books that were collecting dust on my bedroom floor. Instead of donating them to the Salvation Army (sorry but I'm needing some gas money) I decided to go to a bookstore that buys books. After the bookstore clerk reviewed my books he called me back to buyback table. This is where the customer suck begins as I am standing there talking to the clerk and haggling the price offer. Another customer approaches the table and we shall go to script form

Me: me...acting as a good customer
RG: Rude Guy
BS: Bookstore clerk

----------------------

Me: So you're only offering me $15 for all these books?

BS: Yes, most of these are books we sell for like $.75 because they're kids books. And these we sell for $1.50 or so.

Me: Are you sure? Because these are in good shape (pointing to my literary theory books).

BS: Well maybe I can of---

RG: BELLS

Me: ....

BS: ....excuse sir?

RG: Bells do you have bells here?

BS: Bells? What do you mean? Books on bells?

RG: NO! Like school bells. Like the ones that the guys ring during Christmas but for school instead.

BS: I'm sorry sir, this is a bookstore we don't sell bells here.

RG: Right! Bookstore. That's why I thought you would have bells here.

BS: (Goes back to talking to me) I just need your driver's license and you'll be all set.

RG: YOU BUY BACK BOOKS? How does that work?

BS: Sir, I will be happy to help you in a minute if you let me finish with this customer.

Me: (I just smile at BS dude) Here you go...

RG: I JUST WANT TO KNOW THE POLICY! Can't you tell me?

BS: I will help you in a minute (hands over receipt to sign). Just take that to the cashier and she'll give you the money.

Me: Thank you! **smile smile**

BS: NO! Thank you! Your smile and great attitude made my day! (Aww...he was really nice to me too.)

RG: So YOU don't SELL bells here, huh?



At this point I walk away and head to the cashiers with my son.
Why would anyone think that a book store would sell bells?

Recap: I work at a bookstore, and we have those impulse-buy candies at the register, Lindt truffles included.

I finish a transaction with a customer. As I'm handing the woman her bag and telling her to have a nice day, her daughter, 4 or 5 at most, runs up with a truffle, obviously wanting it. Her mom says no, and passes her, heading for the doors. The girl doesn't put the candy back. I walk over to check the schedule, which is past the last register, closest to the doors. As the girl passes the register, truffle still in hand, I lean over and say, as kindly as I can, "Can you please put that back?" The girl does, seeming unphased by my singling her out.  There aren't any other customers around, so the mother shouldn't have been too embarrassed or anything. 

Recap:  Cashier/general in the Food Court of a large Supermarket

I thought finding and cleaning up yesterday's puke by the water fountain was bad.....today was not any better in the bathrooms, which normally are a nice clean sanctuary when you gotta go.






Oh well, at least I should count my blessings.....Graffiti Master that I've commented about in previous posts hasn't reared their head lately.  It would have been the icing on the TP cake if someone had found a gaily-decorated stall again today on top of the rest of the mischief.

Dear Customers,

We are not, let me repeat, NOT Mickey-D's. When you order, oh let's say a marinated chicken pannini, it's going to take a little bit. Especially since they're are about 2 orders ahead of you. You see that line between the wall and the gelato display? Cross it again and ask, "is my food done yet?" I will shank you. Seriously. And when I reply, "no sir, it will be just a bit longer. If you'll kindly take a seat I'd be more than happy to bring it to you," (in my nicest voice possible) please do not be giving me the evil eye. We are a coffee shop, not a fast food joint.

DIAF,
your unhappy coffee monkey

Dear Bitch Lady,

I'm sorry you had a bad experience on your previous visit. Really, I am. The owner offered to hook you up with a free meal for you and your partner. So, when you bring in not only your partner but TWO more people and expect them to also get free food the owners son will get slightly miffed. You're lucky you and your partner got free food. Oh, our cook made you a Flourintine omlette instead of Sicilian Omlette but she corrected the mistake and brought you the correct omlette on top of the messed up omlette. Please...PLEASE do not give me the evil eye then say, "why can't you people get anything right?" I will slap you. You want to know the difference between the two? One has PESTO and the other doesn't. Only difference. My manager told me about you and I didn't believe it...until now. I hate you. Really.

GTFA!

Annoyances really, but I needed to share. I feel better.

Probably my last video update before I go to Comic-Con...

For those of you who recall the 2nd Anniversary video I threw together in about ten hours, you may or may not be aware that Lanipator - creator of Yu-Yu-Hakusho Abridged - responded to it in a rather amusing manner:

Lanipwned

However you probably aren't aware that Dan Green has now responded in kind:

Yamipwned

The shroud of the Green side has fallen. Begun, this Abridged War has.

It's Friday morning, about 9AM.

We're having a bit of a rush in McHell. I'm on the drive thru taking an order while all the staff including managers are trying to serve customers. Suddenly we hear a loud bang followed by

"GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK IN HERE!"

We all turn, every customer and staff, to see a woman standing near the door. Her no more than 4 year old son walks back in crying.

Luckily, EVERYONE glared daggers at her.

I must have been at work (a gas station) not 20 minutes this morning and I see Phil (referred to as USA-sshole) pull up and not 30 seconds later my sister pulls up behind his car. I see him walk over to her car and say something and then I see her face get red and I can read her lips clearly telling him to "fuck off". He comes in and says "See that woman, sweetheart? Go kick her ass for me." I could not contain my disgust at that and I glared at him while I said in monotone "Probably not since that is my sister." He then informs me she needs to learn to take a joke. My sister follows about a minute later and he starts in on her as soon as she walks in the door. One thing I know about her is that she does not hold back. He lets him have it. She tells him to "shut the fuck up" and at some point referred to him and a "cocksucker". I just stood there. Not my issue not my problem. He comes over to my co-worker's register, who is in the cooler, and asks how much he owes me for his coffee. I say "$1.61." take a penny out of the jar so he gets all silver back and I tell him to have a nice day. He gets to the door, turns around and says "thank you sister for getting you fired."
Fuck you, you rotten piece of shit. You come into our store, harass our clerks, spit spent sunflower seeds on the floor and talk down to my manager (who I called). She said she'll tell him everything is taken care of. The asshole needs to be banned from the store. Next time I am skipping my manager and going to my DM, informing him of the man's history and if he doesn't let me ban him I am calling the cops and filing a report and will call every time after that. Local PD encourages this as well as the police officer I spoke to referred to him as "oh God, that asshole?"
Oh, and so you know he walked up to my sister's car and said "I better watch out for you women drivers shouldn't I?"
You win asshole. Make a sexist comment to my sister who drives a fork lift in a warehouse full of men and see if she can hold her own. You picked the wrong customer to harass today, dick wad.

Here a pretty short customer_suck that has been going on at my store, luckily not to me.

Background: I work at a popular retail store in the U.S that ends in "mart."

Apparently there has been a problem lately where cashiers who leave their til open get distracted by a customer, and another customer grabs the 50 and 100 bills that the cashier has in the til. I was very surprised when this happened, and apparently it's been a problem at my store.