Annoyances:
Cashiering

I spent over two years (and three Christmas seasons) cashiering in retail, so it's not surprising that I've developed a list of annoyances.  Here are some things that may annoy/piss off your cashier.  So be good customers and don't do them, okay? =D

Basic Annoyances  ::  Money  ::  Pay Attention to Me!  ::  Lazy-Asses  ::  Creepy  ::  Children  ::  Stop Wasting My Time!  ::  Anal-Retentive  ::  Misc. Annoyances

Basic Annoyances

-- First and foremost: I am a cashier. NOT a psychic. Believe me, if I was psychic, I’d have a better job with a bigger paycheck.  If you want something, or need things done differently, fine. But, for the love of God, tell me! Contrary to popular belief, I cannot read your mind.

-- Another thing...I realize that this probably isn't widely known, but still. Sometimes I just want to leap onto my counter and yell at our customers. WE ARE BEING TIMED. Our store (and we're not the only one, I'm sure) keeps track of our speed scores. Hence, all these idiots who constantly run off to fetch things or take twenty minutes to fill out their check are screwing up our times. And, though it's no fault of our own, it looks bad on us. So, please. Complete your transaction in a timely manner. It's not that hard, I promise.

-- Don't tell me how to do my job. Especially given that I highly doubt that you know how. Besides...I'm not exactly an inexperienced n00b, y'know. I've been cashiering for a while, and I'm pretty good at it, if I may say so. So, please. Stop acting like I'm an idiot who can't do her job.

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Money

-- People who pay for large purchases with tons of small bills. This only really applies in extreme cases. Like the lady I had the other day who paid $123...with 123 one dollar bills. >_> This is, admittedly, a minor gripe.  If you're nice about it, I really won't mind too much.

-- Inversely, people who pay for tiny purchases with huge bills. You do not need to break that $100 bill to buy a 40 cent pack of gum. No, really. This, too, is admittedly a minor gripe.

-- People who let their small children pay. If they are not old enough to know how to handle money, then you need to do it. I hate waiting ten minutes for a kid to struggle with their cash. Plus, getting bills that are crumpled or folded beyond recognition is just aggravating.

-- People who give me tons of unrolled, uncounted change. Even worse if it's in denominations smaller than a quarter. Sure, it spends just like bills. But if you want to use that much, please...have the decency to roll it.

-- Inversely, people who have this strange phobia/hatred of any and all change. You know the ones. They'll freak out and dig through their pocket/purse for ten minutes to find exact change, when it would take me three seconds to break a bill and give them their small amount of change.

-- A subset of the above group are the people who insist on giving me change, after I've already told the computer how much money you're giving me. This is a big one for me. I hate people who do this. Especially the ones who get bitchy about it. I'm not mathematically inclined, so I'm not good at correcting your change in my head. Plus, our store has been short-change scammed before. So, yeah. It makes me uncomfortable.

-- People who refuse to hand me anything. If I have my hand held out to accept your money/check/whatever, it's just rude to put it down on the counter, right next to my hand. This is a minor annoyance, though.

-- People who put money/checks/credit cards/coupons on my belt, then be surprised when my belt tries to eat it. >_> It's easy to trigger, and hence not a good idea to put such things on it.  Not so much annoying, just stupid.

-- Similarly, people who put their checkbook on the belt and proceed to fill out their check...while I'm still ringing their order. >_> 'Cause, y'know, it's easy to write on a moving surface. Not so much annoying, just stupid.

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Pay Attention to Me!

-- People who refuse to look at/speak to me. Really...didn't your mother teach you any manners? I'm not asking you to be all uber-cheerful with small talk and everything. Just look at me and say 'Hi' when I greet you. It's not that hard, I promise. If I can manage to be at least marginally cheerful when greeting you, even when I'm in a rotten mood, I think you can manage the same. I know this is a fairly minor thing, but it really pisses me off sometimes.

-- Cell phone users. Granted, there are the occasional polite ones, but most of them fall in the above group. They completely ignore me in favor of their conversation. That's just rude. Especially given that, inevitably, they're the ones who I have to give instructions to or ask questions of. =P

-- Airheads with credit/debit cards. Honestly...I know that our card reader is somewhat unique. That's why it's got instructions on it, complete with pictures! And if you don't get it, just ask me. I'll tell you how to work it, I promise. Just don't stand there staring at it, like a pole-axed cow. Likewise, since there are instructions, read them! Or, at least, listen to me when I tell you what to do. If I tell you to turn your card around (complete with little hand signals), then turn it around, not over. *facepalm* Ditto in reverse. Hell, I now say "turn it face up", and some people still can't get it right. Am I speaking a foreign language here, or what?

-- People who walk right past me (and get in another lane, often one with a line), when I'm standing at the end of my lane, waiting for a customer. Honestly...I wonder about the intelligence of these people. I'm standing there (often with at least one other girl), waiting. I'm in uniform and not doing anything else. What the hell do you think I'm there for? Do I look like an endcap decoration?

-- Along a similar line, people who go up to a cashier-less lane (whether the light is on or not) and start piling their stuff on the belt. If the light is off, then you're just fucking stupid. No one is working that lane; move on! If the light is on, you're still pretty stupid. The cashier is off doing something else (zoning, or perhaps just waiting at the front for a customer); odds are good, s/he doesn't see you! Find the cashier, or go to another lane. Not difficult, really!

-- People who don't listen to me. Like, I tell them to do something, and they do the opposite. Or tell them not to do it, and they do it anyway. Trust me; I know my job a hell of a lot better than you do. If I tell you that you can't do something, guess what? You can't do it! Please, for the love of all that's good, listen to the nice cashier lady. She knows what she's talking about.

-- Similarly, people who don't believe me. I can tell them the same thing five times, and they won't absorb a word. I call my manager, and they believe them on the first try. Grr.

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Lazy-Asses

-- People who leave their carts right in the middle of my lane. Really...how fucking lazy are you? Go put it away. I've got a line, so I can't do anything with it.

-- Similarly, people who cannot fathom the concept of a cart corral. See this post for reference.

-- Also, people who leave their trash with me. There is a trash can nearby, I promise. It won't kill you to walk a few feet and throw your crap away yourself. Please use it...especially if you're wanting to toss something messy, like food or drink.

-- People who insist on hiding their unwanted items in the endcap/candy rack/other random place. Bonus points if it's something perishable, like frozen food. You're supposed to give to me, so it can be put away. I don't bite, I promise. And there are people who even do this right in front of me...yeah, real smart there, buddy.

-- People who get huffy when I ask for their drivers license when they write a check. No, I can't let you tell me the number. Store policy says that I have to physically see the license, read the number and type it in. It will not kill you to take your license out for a minute, or if you can't handle that, hand me your wallet, and let me read it. It takes me less time to type in the number than it took you to bitch about it. Pathetic. Plus, in my mind, it makes you look not only lazy, but a tad suspicious. Why don't you want me to see your license? >_>

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Creepy

-- People who call me 'honey', 'sweetie', et. al. Unless you know me very well, or are an adorable little old lady (who's obviously being sweet, not condescending), I do not want to hear you call me this. It's just...weird.

-- People who think it's okay to touch me. Just...NO. Brushing my hand as you put money into it is one thing. Deliberately touching me is something else entirely. It creeps me out. Don't do it.

-- If you know me indirectly, don't just start acting all chummy with me. Tell me you know my folks, or whoever, then you can talk to me. It kinda throws me off balance when you know my nickname (my name tag has my full name on it), etc, yet I have no idea who you are.

-- Don't stare at my chest. No, really. I don't even get why you'd want to. I'm not very well-endowed, and I like my shirts kinda baggy. At first, I thought you were looking at my necklace, which hangs a bit above that level. But you didn't have that confused look most people get when they examine it (it's an alchemic array pendant, which generally baffles non-FMA fans), and you didn't say anything. Even if you gave up on it, most guys would have enough sense to comment on it. So I'd know that you were looking at my necklace and not, y'know, ogling me. Ick.

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Children

-- People who let their brats scream bloody murder and do nothing about it.  Honest to God, I want to slap these jackasses.  You’re the parent; shut them up!  I don’t care how…spank them, don’t buy them that toy, take them out of the store…whatever it takes!  And if you’re with your spouse/mother/whoever…well, then you really have no excuse.  One of you takes the kid outside, while the other completes the transaction with me.  That simple.  People like you are the reason that there's a saying that "working retail is the best birth control ever."

-- Similarly, people who don't keep an eye on their kids. I once had a kid come behind my counter and start pushing buttons on my register. (The kid came from the next lane over, meaning my back was toward it, so I didn't even know it was there until my cash drawer popped open.) Yeah, I wanted to kick it. And its mother. Don't let your kids make a mess of the sidecaps. Don't let them muck with my card reader or our registry machines. They are not toys. They are expensive pieces of machinery and are worth more than your little snotgoblins.

-- People who let their kids walk all over them. Your brat is screaming for candy? You take it outside, or give it a swat to make it behave. You do not let it keep squalling, let it hit you, etc. (And we're not talking two year olds, here. We're talking 5+ years old.) Honestly...spineless parents make me sick. Probably 'cause I was raised by competent ones.

-- People who sit their kids on my belt or counter. Just...no. I don't want your filthy kid on a surface that I have to touch on a regular basis. Especially given that, nine times out of ten, we're talking a kid in a diaper sitting on my counter. Just...NO.

-- People who let their kids drool all over a piece of merchandise, then fail to warn me of this fact. Meaning, I find out about it by picking it up as it comes down my belt. I swear...if I didn't want to keep my job, I'd make such a scene when someone did this. Just because you are not phased by touching your spawn's bodily fluids, that doesn't mean that I am okay with it. People like this are disgusting, really.

-- Similarly, people who let their small children hold items...who then scream bloody murder when it comes time to scan the item. Argh! If your child is too young/stupid to understand that the item will be given back to them (either as soon as I scan it, or at home, by Mom), then don't let them carry things! I've taken to using my hand scanner to scan these things, in an attempt to keep the little brats from squalling. Unfortunately, this doesn't always work. There are the particularly stupid ones, who start squalling if you even touch the item in question. As in, I/their mom turns it a bit, if necessary, so I can reach the barcode. Sometimes we don't even touch it! Not to mention the fact that at least half the kids that I see do this are way old enough to understand that if I scan it, it's not gone forever. Grah!

-- People who think that, just because you have kids, you can do whatever you want. Like changing your baby on our bench, in front of the registers, for example. See this entry for details.

-- People who let their kid 'help'. With much of anything, really. They just slow things down.

-- Kids with no manners. Such as the ones who demand things from me. (i.e, 'Gimme that', about not wanting something bagged, etc.) I tend to ignore them, because I know that I would have trouble being civil. I just want to look them straight in the eye and say, "Didn't your mother teach you any manners? If you want something, ask nicely. Say 'please' and 'thank you'!"

-- Parents who encourage their kids to annoy me. >_> Did you not notice that I pointedly ignored your child's annoying babbling? Stop telling them to talk to me, to repeat what they've already said five times, etc.

-- Parents who let their kids touch and/or play with everything. This includes our registry machines, credit card readers, my belt, my scanner, my bags, etc. Really...just stop it! Teach your brats to keep their grubby little hands to themselves.

-- Similarly, parents who let their children destroy my sidecaps. If you insist on letting your little brat remove every. single. toy. from my sidecap, you will not just go off and leave it like that. Oh, no. You will clean up the mess that your child had made. That's what being a parent is. Novel concept, ne?

-- Also, parents who let their children run off with merchandise. Today alone I had two brats try to steal candy (and I mean steal, as it hiding it in their pockets). Luckily, their mothers caught them, but still. Future felons, anyone? Also, the ones who let their mobile children carry things, then happen to spot them, as we're finishing, and ask me if I'd scanned whatever they were holding. >_> Uh, no, 'cause they were nowhere near me. If you'd leash your kids, you wouldn't have to pay two or more times, as I'd be able to get it all at once.

-- Two words: Personal. Space. Granted, there are some adults who have problems with this, too, but in my experience, it's almost always been kids that have given me trouble. When I'm at work, my bubble consists of the area behind my register. That little alcove is off limits, unless you're my coworker/manager. Don't stand in the gap between my scanner and my counter. Besides being too close to me, it also puts you within easy reach of my cash drawer. Hence, I am understandably uncomfortable having you there. Plus, it presents a very strong temptation to just "accidentally" smack you in the head with a bag as I move it from my rack to my counter. ^_^ Also, don't come up on the other side of my register and get in my bubble. If you are touching the mat on the floor (which is only as wide as the platform my register sits on), then you are too close! And parents! If you see your little brat getting all up in my bubble, fucking make them stop! Or better yet, actually train them not to do that in the first place!

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Stop Wasting My Time!

-- People who ask for things after the fact. As in...Transaction's over and I'm about to move on to the next customer. "And I need a gift receipt, too", "Oh, all this stuff was on a registry!", etc. For heaven's sake, people. If you need anything, tell me before we finish!

-- On a similar note, people who don't keep track of their registry purchases. Due to dealing with the aforementioned people, I tend to ask if stuff's on the registry whenever I see someone with a printout. When they say yes, I ask if they've marked it. Nine times out of ten, the answer is no. Honestly...Right there on the front page of the damn thing, it says to mark the items so your cashier can scan them. Notice that there are barcodes next to every single item? That means that I have to scan the barcode of each item that you bought. I can't just scan one (or none at all, according to some people O_o) and have the computer magically take the stuff off the registry. It doesn't work that way...I wish it did. My life would be easier.

-- People who take their sweet time in getting their crap off of my counter. As in, I finish their transaction and move on to the next customer. Their bags are loaded up. They just hang around, either writing in a checkbook, or putting their coat on, or whatever. This is annoying for two reasons. One, I need my counter space. Two, they're always blocking my card reader. So, if my next customer wants to pay with plastic, s/he has to wait until this bonehead gets out of the way.

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Anal-Retentive

-- People who are prissy about the clothes they are buying. As in, so prissy that they won't let their clothes touch my belt. For some reason, this just really pisses me off. More than it should, I'd imagine. I do not understand this. It's not like they're buying priceless silk from the orient. They're buying cheap cotton clothes from *MyEmployer*! You can wash your clothes when you get home, you know. Most people do, in fact!  Never mind that I've never seen someone's clothes get dirty from being on my belt in all the time I've been there. Honestly...it may be juvenile, but these nuts always make me want to just drag their clothing the length of my belt a couple of times. I swear to God...that belt's as clean as anything else in the store. Stop being so fucking prissy!

-- Similarly, people who refuse to put anything on the belt. O_o  Honestly, people...I can have your order rang much faster if you'll just put the stuff on the belt, rather than standing there and handing me each piece individually.  There's really no reason for this, either.  Oh, and your cashier will really hate you if you do this right at the stroke of closing, and you have three cart loads of stuff.  Grah!

-- Cheap-asses. Meaning, the people who watch my screen like a hawk as I'm ringing and interrupt me to claim that an item should be a little less than it's ringing up as. And by a little, I mean no more than a couple of bucks. As in, you'd never have noticed it if you weren't staring at my screen. And it always, without fail, happens concerning or in an order with items that are completely luxury in nature. So it's not like they're poor and haggling the price of their bread.

-- An example of the above are the 1-Spot Cheap-asses. Everything in the 1-Spot is $1. As you might expect, the 1-Spot consists of little trinkets and gadgets; nothing horribly nice or fancy. Occasionally, things get marked down to 50 cents. Every single time this happens, I get a ton of people whining/bitching about it. Either the computer rang it up at $1, and they're hollering, "But that's only 50 cents!!!11!" Or, before I even ring it, they're griping, "Make sure that comes up at 50 cents!!!111" For the love of God, people. It's just 50 fucking cents. If you're so poor that 50 cents will break you, then what the hell are you doing buying 1-Spot stuff? And if you're just that cheap...then please, get out of my species. Now.

-- Another type is the paranoid cheap-ass. They watch my screen like a hawk, and flip out if I have to do anything other than just *scanscanscan*. Because, apparently, we're all out to cheat them. Or make them pay 10 whole cents more than the sticker price! OMG, the tragedy! *Eyeroll* Like this lady I had today. The computer prompted me to enter a price for one of her items. I didn't notice it until after I'd already put it in the bag, etc. So, I fish it out, read the sticker, and type it in. I then resume scanning. All is well. Or not. Lady spazzes; apparently she's very nervous that I had to retrieve the item from the bag. *Eyeroll* No, I didn't charge you twice. (What do you think I am, stupid?) No, it's not more expensive. God, by the end of transaction, I wanted to slap this cheap old bitch upside the head. >.<

-- Similarly, people who try to claim an item is 'damaged' (and thus get a discount) when there's nothing wrong with it. Honestly, people...a tiny spec or one hair out of place does not constitute damage. Stop being so damn cheap and pay full price, or just don't buy it at all.

-- Cheap-asses who want something for nothing. No, I cannot give you a gift bag/box for your present. I don't have any. But we do sell them; they're right over there. Oh, you don't want to pay for one? Big surprise. =P Likewise, I can't give you the hangers from the clothes you're buying, because we reuse them. If you really need hangers so badly, guess what? We sell them! Go buy a pack and quit whining.

-- People who bitch about how I bag things, without giving me any instructions beforehand. This includes how I fold clothes and which items go in the same bag together, among other things. If you want your stuff bagged a certain way, tell me so! I can't do what you want if you don't ask.

-- Along a similar line, when it comes to packaging, WYSIWYG. All we have is plastic bags and tissue paper. No gift boxes or packing supplies, etc. So, yes, I have to fold your suit jacket up and put it in a bag. (Unless you want to carry it, obviously.) And yes, that's why I'm wrapping your large bowl in three layers of plastic; that's the best I can do.

-- People who not only bitch about some of the above things, but actually go to my management about it, trying to get me in trouble. I've had this happen a couple of times, but never gotten in trouble. My managers are awesome, and they know that I'm a good cashier; I'm always polite to my customers, even when they're being jerks.

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Misc. Annoyances

-- People who yank bags off of my racks. Maybe this is a personal space issue, I'm not sure. But it bugs me when people do that. If I'm done with the bag, I'll pull it off myself. Likewise, if you want a bag, ask me for one. I'll get it. Actually, I think that is the issue. Keep your hands away from my equipment kthnx.

-- People who bitch about store policy. I hate to break it to you, but I'm just a cashier. This means I am low on the food chain; the higher-ups aren't going to take orders from a register monkey. I don't care if you don't like it; policy is policy. I don't make it, I only follow it. And since I want to keep my job, I do follow it.

 -- Not really sucky, just a little silly, are the ones who actually take their bitching about policy to my managers.  I wonder if they realize that we’re corporate…hence, we have no say over policy.  If corporate tells us not to check ID for credit cards, then we won’t.  If they tell us not to take starter checks, then we won’t.  You get the picture.  Telling my manager really isn’t that much better than telling me, really.  If you’re really that upset about it, contact corporate.  I’m sure they have some kind of suggestion/complaint paper that you can fill out, or a phone line you can call, or something.  They’re the ones who can change things…so take your problem to them.

-- A commonly bitched about policy is that, if our system asks for it, I have to see a state ID to take your check. Not have you rattle the number off to me. Actually physically see the license/ID card/etc. If you can't provide it, I can't take your check. Simple as that. I never cease to be amazed at the people who bitch about this. What kind of idiot are you, anyway, driving/traveling without your ID? I almost never go anywhere without mine.

-- Likewise with the folks who bring in starter checks. We don't take them. Period. Questioning me about this will not change the fact. This also goes for price matching, layaway, etc. We do none of these things. I cannot change this.

-- Another thing is the people whose credit/debit cards get declined. Totally not my fault. Yet I get bitched at just the same. No, trying it again won't make any difference. You could run it 100 times and get the same results, I promise. (And some people seem to want to try this!) Also, please try to understand something. There is not a damn thing I can do about it. So please stop trying to convince me that the card should be good. "I just put money in there!/I just used it earlier!/etc." doesn't do you a damn bit of good. I can't override it, or magically make it be accepted. All I can do is tell you to call your bank/card provider (but not while still in my line!) and ask them what's up. Also, I understand that you're annoyed. I would be too! But geez...that doesn't mean you can take it out on me. If you're nice to me, I'll be really sympathetic to your problem. If you're an ass? You get nothing from me.

-- People who give me attitude. If you're annoyed, fine. Don't take it out on me. I may be feeling rather pissy myself, but I'm still being nice to you. Also, if I make a mistake, or do something that you don't like, be polite when correcting me. If you're nice, I'll happily apologize and fix it. If you're snarky or insulting, my smile will be quite fake as I'll be wishing I could just flip you the bird and be done with it.

-- People who bitch about my coworkers to me. Especially when I just saw the encounter and I know for a fact that my coworker did nothing wrong. Honestly, though...even if I hadn't...who do you think I'd be more inclined to side with? Someone I've worked with for a while, and know to be a very nice person, or a random (and rather bitchy) stranger?

-- Likewise, people who bitch and moan, saying that surely there is absolutely no one out on the floor. Erm. First, you're fucking stupid. Because, yes...it makes so much sense for us to have NO employees on the floor. Right...idiot. And let me guess...you didn't bother to try and call someone using one of the many call buttons or phones located all throughout the store.  No?  Shocking.  =P  Also, how, exactly, do you think that I have any control over the number of employees on the sales floor? Kat != manager. You are bitching to the wrong person, moron. However, if you come up to me and ask nicely if I could please find someone to help you in *department*, I would be happy to find my manager/someone with a walkie and ask them to call some help for you. See, kiddies? The old cliché is true; you'll catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. =D

-- People who don't use the dividers that we put out. Honestly...how much brain power does it take to realize that it just might be a good idea to put something down to separate your order from the one of the person in front of you? Especially given that, inevitably, neither you nor the person in front of you will be paying enough attention to notice it until I've already rang half your order.

-- People who can't get their act together before they come to my lane. As in, idiots who run off when I'm half-way through their order to fetch something else. Or the idiots who have like, five different orders, but can't be bothered to sort them out before I start ringing. And then have the audacity to bitch at me when I run the orders together, after not being told where to stop.

-- People who don't know the meaning of 'TMI'. Really...I don't want to know that you're knocked up with your 7th kid...And to be told belligerently, at that, while you're bitching at me over something entirely different. Thanks for making me sick, you dumb breeder bitch.

-- The 'I'm always right' people. Whether it's a dispute over the price of a product, or the product itself, once I complete your transaction, it's not my problem. I can tell you either that I know that the price is right, or that I don't know, but you can ask Guest Service. Either way, if you feel the need to go back and check for yourself, that's fine. But don't waste my time my interrupting me to tell me what you found. I. Don't. Care. Nine times out of ten, it's some idiot who is in denial that they're wrong. But, whether they are wrong or right, it's not my problem. Guest Service is who has to fix it for them, not me. So why do they think I care?

-- People who lie to me, in an attempt to get what they want. I sympathized with you before, but now I just think you're stupid. You picked a bad thing to lie about, too. Claiming that you ''were here just the other day, and they accepted this [useless ID] by just looking at it!' will make me want to laugh in your face. The way our computers are set up, if asked for ID, we have to input the necessary info in order to go forward with the check. It cannot be overridden. Can. Not. Be. Done. So, yeah. Lying will not get you what you want. And it makes your cashier want to laugh at you.

-- People who play with my belt. As in, they keep touching the sensor, so the belt jerks on, then off, then on, etc. It's largely children who do this, but I've seen plenty of grown men doing it, too. Grown men! Honestly...parents, please teach your children to behave better than that.

-- People who stand in the middle of my lane, chatting with their friends. If you are finished with your transaction or aren't buying anything, then move it already! If you want to stand around and talk with that long-lost friend you ran into, great. Go to the snack bar, or somewhere else, where you're not right in the way.

-- People bitch at me about something that isn't my fault. If you are mad enough to complain, then a simple, "*This* happened, and I'd like to speak to a manager about it, please." will suffice. I will happily flag down a manager for you, if you ask nicely. If you bitch and moan, then I will point you in their direction, and be glad to get rid of you.

-- People who think the store/myself/my coworkers are out to get them. That we deliberately cheat customers out of money, just for the fun of it. Or to make money. 'Cause, y'know...it's not like we make any money selling all this stuff! Nope, none at all. *Eyeroll* If a mistake was made with pricing, or something else, politely point it out to myself/my coworker, or ask to speak to a manager. Pitching a fit, acting like we're "doing it on purpose!" just makes you look like an idiot.

-- If you need help with something, don't interrupt me as I'm serving another customer.  Either find someone who's free, or wait until I'm done.  Honestly, I had several people do this to me today, and it's just silly.  They wanted directions; if I hadn't known exactly where that department was, I wouldn't even have bothered with them; I'd have told them to go bug Guest Service.  But, since I knew, I told them.  And this one bimbo then told me to call someone to help her...Okay, see my hands?  And how they're quite busy, ringing and bagging this other customer's order?  Do you really think that I can do that?  And besides, she's at the checklanes, which are at the very front of the store, and the department in question is at the very back of the store! >_> Hence, for all she knows, there could be someone already back there, waiting to serve someone.  Lazy much?  I just kind of boggled at her, and told her that there was a call button back there.  Hell, I'm a cashier!  I had no way to call anyone!  And, anyway, hello!  I'm kinda busy with this line of customers here!  Moron.