So I stopped into Taco Bell for lunch today, because let’s face it, tacos are delicious. My order rings up to $6.48 and since I get the same thing nearly every time I go in, I was prepared with 6 dollars, a quarter, and three dimes for a total of $6.55.
The girl behind the counter is in her late teens or early 20s, and she looked absolutely perplexed when I handed her the money. She stared at it for a minute before asking me, “you gave me exact change right?”
I said, “No, since it’s $6.48, there would need to be pennies in there for it to be exact change.”
She looked at me funny before setting the money down on the counter, struggling to count it. After a few seconds she actually asked me if I would count it for her. I pointed to the coins and said, “25, 35, 45, 55,” as I took over what should be her job duties.
Still confused, she rang up $6.50 in the computer and said, “two cents is your change.”
I politely corrected her and let her know that she actually owed me seven cents back, but I wasn’t worried about the nickel. She just shrugged and told me she had a cold and wasn’t feeling very well, that’s why she was having so much trouble counting today.
As I was eating, she came out from behind the counter several times to sweep the dining room, all the while customers kept coming in. Not once did she say, “I’ll be with you in a moment” or offer any type of acknowledgement. At one point she even interrupted an elderly couple during their meal to ask them if they would move so she could sweep under their table. I couldn’t believe it when they actually did.
As I left, I walked past the register and I saw another customer with his change spread out on the counter. I could hear him counting out loud, “$3.50, 60, 70, 80.”
And we’re supposed to pay people like this $15 an hour as a minimum wage? Give me a break. She can’t even work the register. What’s she going to do with $15 an hour?
Education -- Get some.
The girl behind the counter is in her late teens or early 20s, and she looked absolutely perplexed when I handed her the money. She stared at it for a minute before asking me, “you gave me exact change right?”
I said, “No, since it’s $6.48, there would need to be pennies in there for it to be exact change.”
She looked at me funny before setting the money down on the counter, struggling to count it. After a few seconds she actually asked me if I would count it for her. I pointed to the coins and said, “25, 35, 45, 55,” as I took over what should be her job duties.
Still confused, she rang up $6.50 in the computer and said, “two cents is your change.”
I politely corrected her and let her know that she actually owed me seven cents back, but I wasn’t worried about the nickel. She just shrugged and told me she had a cold and wasn’t feeling very well, that’s why she was having so much trouble counting today.
As I was eating, she came out from behind the counter several times to sweep the dining room, all the while customers kept coming in. Not once did she say, “I’ll be with you in a moment” or offer any type of acknowledgement. At one point she even interrupted an elderly couple during their meal to ask them if they would move so she could sweep under their table. I couldn’t believe it when they actually did.
As I left, I walked past the register and I saw another customer with his change spread out on the counter. I could hear him counting out loud, “$3.50, 60, 70, 80.”
And we’re supposed to pay people like this $15 an hour as a minimum wage? Give me a break. She can’t even work the register. What’s she going to do with $15 an hour?
Education -- Get some.
