Oompa Loompas

I was on register today. JUST before they sent me on my 15 minute break, a group of ladies were next in line. It was me and CP who had to ring them up. She was mumbling under her breath to me how she hated ringing for those type of customers. More often than not, they'd ask for a discount just because she was Hispanic like them. They'd be totally rude, annoying and demanding. They would refuse to even try and speak in English. She said they'd be all ghetto on you. She nicknamed them oompa loompas. It was taking f-0-r-e-v-e-r to finish with their stuff because they were h-o-a-r-d-i-n-g the price kill merchandise and would keep going back and forth getting EVEN more stuff. If the price on the ticket is different from what is scanned, we'd have to price override it with which is lower. One of the sweaters they were hoarding scanned as $12.97 which was supposed to be $6.99. I didn't know this because the ticket didn't have the sale price sticker for $6.99 on it. Next thing I know, she's flipping out, pointed her finger at me and said "I NO LIKE YOU!". So... I just smiled back. It was annoying but I just didn't feel like giving her a piece of my mind at all. I'm so used to this crap. My co-worker wanted to jump over the counter and smack her. I went ahead with my business, did the price adjustment, explained that it was SOP for us to double check and went on my break. They were all giving me these nasty looks like I had a disease on my way out. I think they thought I was trying to rip them off. Duh. I just laughed. In the break area, CP was telling everybody about my moment with the oompa loompas. She said that I looked really calm but was ready to cut/smack them. At this point, I just laugh at the insanity.

Today I am thankful for:
- the oompa loompas for testing/strengthening my patience, BAH!
- my good friend JE and our conversation/kulitan last night/this early morning
- the Urban Outfitters early spring '06 catalog
- my shoti's new tires, he is just thrilled!