Every checkout queue is the wrong one!!

cheapskate101

i have my own method. You find the fittest checkout girl (or bloke if that's what you're in to) and choose either her till or the one next to it, whichever is shortest. That way no matter how slow your queue is you've got something nice to look at



Sadly this is the wrong tactic.

Top choice for customers is a female, blonde, young checkout person.

Uusually she will have the longest queue.

The queue to pick for speed is the old bloke on the end - with dandruff, or the many pimpled teenager.

Watch you change on this counter though. In my experience the OBWD/MPT quite often makes a mistake in the correct change.

Strangely enough, it's always in his favour.

3v3

My preference for check out operator is not the young girl (I've got my thoughts on my shopping, not totty, plus wrong gender to appeal to me); nor is it the pimply teen (lacks experience); I will always make a bee line for the mature check out operator.

pmduk

I try to find one that isn't more interested in chatting with her colleagues than serving customers. Not easy in my local tesco

chewynut

I don't care if I'm stood there fifteen minutes waiting for the female checkout operator. The building would have to be on fire for me to go to a male operator when I've got tampons in my basket Or bras. Bras are the absolute worst! No dandruffy bloke is ever getting his mitts on those.

scheming_gypsy

cheapskate101 wrote: »

i have my own method. You find the fittest checkout girl (or bloke if that's what you're in to) and choose either her till or the one next to it, whichever is shortest. That way no matter how slow your queue is you've got something nice to look at



Sadly this is the wrong tactic.

Top choice for customers is a female, blonde, young checkout person.

Uusually she will have the longest queue.

The queue to pick for speed is the old bloke on the end - with dandruff, or the many pimpled teenager.

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nope.. definitely incorrect. I want to look at totty not an old bloke or a spotty kid.

scheming_gypsy

3v3 wrote: »

I've got my thoughts on my shopping, not totty, .

you're doing it wrong. You go to the check out AFTER you've done the shopping so your thoughts should no longer be on shopping... unless you're a bit special

George_Michael

chewynut wrote: »

Bras are the absolute worst! No dandruffy bloke is ever getting his mitts on those.

What, never?

bosseyed

Anniemacca wrote: »

Anyone else afflicted by this?

I cannot actually ever recall thinking - "!!!!!! - that looked like the speediest queue - and it was by a mile - suckerss!!!!"

It never works out that way for me.

Example earlier. Either side of me at least 3 people in the line with full baskets. I went to the "empty" checkout - The old duffer had about 3 things to scan and pack.

He didn't have any pyhiscal disabilities and wasn't that old - maybe 60!

I clocked a few 6 packs in his shopping that he eventually managed to pack. He still hadn't finished putting his last 3 items in bags and got told the total.

This muppet only went and put his card in the wrong way, not once, but 3 times!! Whilst he was waiting for that to be rectified he didn't have the semi brain to be packing the rest of his shopping.

I was watching these adjacent, initially much large queues, scanning their stuff and waltzing out - they had such smug looks!!

I realise I have only just joined this site so am not intending to alienate people - but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarahahaggaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

I have no problem with the actual shopping bit - it is just trying to pay for it. Either through a "manned" lane that you would think would be quicker - or through a stupid machine where you still need to call someone over!!

IMO shoppers and the technology has actually made us go backwards and slowed things down.

I have no experiences of SS without it seizing up and saying "unexpected item in the bagging area. Please wait for assistance"!!

I expect it is just me that has had these problems... Oh well...:T

OooooOOOOh, I do this too.

I also have the uncanny ability to pick, from a pool of hundreds of trollies, the only one with the dodgy wheel. Its a skill really, my wife marvels at it everytime we clatter round Morrisons.