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Fist off, hi I'm new here. As my first post I figured I'd share a story of a recent SC I had. I work the grave shift at a 24 hour convenience store but considering the hours and the nature of the business I don't usually have many problems with my customer base. Sure I get drunks and stoners (I'd rather deal with 1000 stoners then one drunk honestly) but most of them are pretty well behaved anyway.
I had one guy come up to my counter, he was pretty trashed but well behaved and I watched him get out of the passenger side of the car so I knew he had a desi. (I do call police if I see a drunk get behind the wheel) He had the usual drunk stuff, snack food, cigarettes, whatever. I ID him for his smokes and he get a bit indignant on me about it, I don't really care. He hands me his ID and tells me to hurry because he has to pee. Sympathizing, I ring him up quickly and cash him out. I expect him to take his stuff and head to the bathroom but instead he turns and leaves. I don't really think much about it figuring he must live close, I'd rather pee in my own toilet too. So anyway, next customer comes up to the counter, sober regular, and I ring him up and cash him out. as he turns to leave he stops, looks at me and says "ooh, there's water on the floor here." I looks over the counter and sure enough, there's a big puddle right where the drunk was standing. I thank him and wish him a good night, but all I was thinking was "ooh god, that's not water."
I had one guy come up to my counter, he was pretty trashed but well behaved and I watched him get out of the passenger side of the car so I knew he had a desi. (I do call police if I see a drunk get behind the wheel) He had the usual drunk stuff, snack food, cigarettes, whatever. I ID him for his smokes and he get a bit indignant on me about it, I don't really care. He hands me his ID and tells me to hurry because he has to pee. Sympathizing, I ring him up quickly and cash him out. I expect him to take his stuff and head to the bathroom but instead he turns and leaves. I don't really think much about it figuring he must live close, I'd rather pee in my own toilet too. So anyway, next customer comes up to the counter, sober regular, and I ring him up and cash him out. as he turns to leave he stops, looks at me and says "ooh, there's water on the floor here." I looks over the counter and sure enough, there's a big puddle right where the drunk was standing. I thank him and wish him a good night, but all I was thinking was "ooh god, that's not water."
TibrisXVII, welcome to our little slice of sanity.
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