Tonight was the night of the rude and/or clueless guests.
TTOG who was big mad that she didn't know we closed at 10 and was ranting and raving about how it was "our fault" and "our store manager" needs to "fix the website" so the hours are right. The website? Which website? The Target website has our correct hours. Apple maps does not, but Apple maps isn't "our website" and we have no control over that. Very likely Google or other search engines are wrong, too. Stop being mad at us because you couldn't appropriately plan your last minute shopping trip.
TTORacistG who was "glad I spoke english" and proceeded to relate a tale of a previous cashier, that if accurate, shows a far greater language problem on your side than hers. Yelling "bags" at a cashier and having her magically divine that you want paper and not plastic is not particularly productive. You could have said "Paper, please" at any time while she was putting your stuff in plastic instead of yelling "bags" at her likely-confused ass and getting mad at the end and making her redo it all. I would have loved to have had that particular argument, but as I was backing up it was busy and the dude behind you was already unloaded and CAN YOU JUST FUCKING TAKE YOUR RACIST ASS HOME AND AWAY FROM MY STORE KTHXBYE.
TTOG who stopped me while I was frantically trying to brush a pint's worth of blueberries off to the side of the aisle to keep y'all from making a bigger mess to ask me "where our regular potato chips are." WE'RE IN THE CHIP AISLE, MOTHERFUCKER. Turn your head. They're literally right there. But why take 10 seconds to peruse the selection yourself when you can interrupt someone who was clearly trying to perform a task as quickly as possible, amirite?
For those who wonder why we don't respond to backup and still can't get shit done on the floor-it's That Guy. That Guy is fucking everywhere and we spend so much time dealing with That Guy it's amazing we get anything done at all.