I had two photo orders for pick-up. Due to a prior experience, I knew that I would have to be clear that I had two separate orders. As I reach the checkout desk, I lock eyes with my combatant. She gives me a warm "Hello," Cautiously, hesitantly, I greet her, my voice lined with the nervousness of fawn walking on its legs for the first time. I approach, and explain that I have two photo orders for pickup. The air suddenly shifts. It becomes taught, a tension between the two of us that stays unspoken. She asks my name. I give it. She ponders for a moment, contemplating how best she can make a simple process just a little more tedious... she says "And they're ready for pickup now?" I confirm. She gracefully walks over to her treasure chests of moments caught in time, photos of loved ones and places, her fingers brush them just ever so gently, then she walks back to me... and sets on envelope on the counter. I shudder, and gulp down the want to just turn around and never return. My eyes find hers after a moment. The challenge begins. I speak "Yes, that's great. There should be one more." Imperceptibly, her eye twitches. "I didn't see another one for you over there." Silence. The cord carrying the tension pulls tighter. "Do you need the order number?" I suggest lightly. She grunts in turn "No I don't need it, it's just not there," and she turns to peruse her hoarded treasures once more. She digs with what would appear to be a want to find the photos, to just get me away from her and out of the store. Fair enough, lady, I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here. She returns "You'll have to resend them." Short. To the point. But I'm not backing down. "I've already paid for them online." She huffs. Then calls over the manager, whose name I fail to recall at this moment. He walks over, and stands alarmingly close to me. I look up at him. To another customer, I probably looked like a girlfriend who found the time to bring her beloved a bagged lunch. He hovers "What's the problem?" I explain as quickly as possible. I placed two orders online, one of two is missing. He goes around the counter, and as he does, I see my darling cashier falter. He asks me one simple question "What size are the photos?" I tell him. His head gives me a nod and his lips thin into a smile that says this is not his first time helping my combatant in the photo department. She immediately says "oh! You said they were the same size." -5 health points to me. I thank her, scoop my photos up and walk out, never to return. I thought maybe I had gotten out mostly unscathed. But! As I flipped through my photos, two of them were cropped horrendously. KO. She has won the battle.
In all honesty though I won't come back here lol this is the second time I've had some wacky experiences at this cvs photo department and I don't want to experience a third. read more