Credit Cards

The worst part about working retail by far is selling credit cards. It's not the actual selling that's so bad. I can stand and talk about credit cards for hours. It's the customers that make it terrible. Is it really necessary for you to interrupt me in the middle of my schpiel to tell me that you don't want a credit card? Do you honestly think it's going to make me ring up your merchandise any faster? No. I understand that we try to sell you a credit card every time you come here, really I do. And I understand that you probably get tired of it. But believe me, selling credit cards for 8 straight hours and then getting rejected for 8 straight hours is WAAAAAY worse than being sold to for about 30 seconds. If you don't want a credit card, fine. I don't really give a shit. It's not like I enjoy telling you the benefits of our card. And it's not like I get paid anymore if you sign up for one. I would really prefer to just make small talk and ring up your stuff. But it's my job. I HAVE to do it. So please show a little courtesy and let me finish. Because every time you interrupt me, I'm going to cram all of your shit into the smallest fucking bag I can find. It's not that much to ask. You don't even have to smile at me. Just let me talk, and then you can decline politely. Otherwise, the panties that you bought for your friend's bachelorette party will be wadded and wrinkled. And she will think you're a cheapskate. And an asshole. Cuz you are.

Btw, lady who was still polite to me after standing behind the woman who tried to get a credit card for 20 minutes, you are my hero. I love you.