Jesus Lady: Hello Gaki, I need to ask you a question.
Me: Yes?
JL: Do you know Jesus Christ?
Me: Yes I do.
JL: Oh. Well that's very good! God bless you today.
Me: And you as well.
Aaaaaaand that's how you do it.
Two men come in within the last hour of me being there which means late. They go up to my CW first.
SC1: I left my cigarettes here.
CW: Okay uh, what kind were they?
SC1: Newport 100s
CW: Gaki, did you see any cigarettes left here?
SC1: Yeah, I left my cigarettes here a little bit ago.
Now the thing about this is that there were only two of us. There was my CW and I and CW had been off doing chores. So he would have HAD to come to me and me alone.
Me: I didn't see any laying around.
SC1: WELL I LEFT THEM HERE.
Me: I'm sorry sir, but I don't remember you at all.
SC1: AAAAWWW COME ON. I WANT THE MANAGER'S NUMBER! I left my damn cigarettes here...blah blah blah and so on and so forth.
At this point I'm ringing out another customer who is very patient with what happens next and I suppose it was because I did my best to pay attention to only her.
SC2: Hey I need to break these bills down, you go anything for me?
CW: No, unfortunately I don't have very much money in my register at all.
SC2: You can't break this for me? What the hell, man?
CW: We don't keep that kind of money in the drawer.
SC2: Does she got any money in her drawer to break this?
CW: I don't know.
SC2: (yelling) HEY, GIRL, HOW MUCH MONEY YOU GOT IN YO DRAWER?!
Me: *trying my best to ignore him and serve the customer at my register*
SC2: HEY!
Me: *in the most polite tone I have but with a little edge* I'm sorry sir but you are just going to have to WAIT.
SC2: Hey I'm just asking how much money you have in your drawer, you don't have to be so fucking rude about it. I want the manager's number now!
They eventually left:
1. Without cigarettes.
2. Without knowing how much money I have or breaking any bills.
3. Without the manager's number.
I dropped all the money in the drawers down to bare bones, told the local PD when they stopped in, and told the manager the next day. Asking a cashier at a gas station in the middle of the night how much money they have is a VERY VERY VERY inappropriate question. Not to mention they were trying to scam us out of cigs anyway. Freakin' stupid.
I slammed my finger in the drawer.
Me: Oooooooowwwwww!!!!
SC: *looks at me weird.*
Me: I just...slammed my finger in the drawer.
SC: *no emotion* Can't help ya. *walks away*
No.
SC: Do you have any napkins? (over there.)
SC: Do you have any straws? (over there, again.)
SC: Do you have any forks? (third time's a charm I suppose)
SC: Could I have a SMALL bag? (all the same size, lady)
SC: Could I have a BIG bag?
Me: How big?
SC: Really big.
Me: *hands him a trash bag*
SC: Uhhh...I was thinking like that. *points to the regular sized ones*
SC: I thought these were 25 cents. (They're over a 1.00, ma'am)
Me: Yes?
JL: Do you know Jesus Christ?
Me: Yes I do.
JL: Oh. Well that's very good! God bless you today.
Me: And you as well.
Aaaaaaand that's how you do it.
Two men come in within the last hour of me being there which means late. They go up to my CW first.
SC1: I left my cigarettes here.
CW: Okay uh, what kind were they?
SC1: Newport 100s
CW: Gaki, did you see any cigarettes left here?
SC1: Yeah, I left my cigarettes here a little bit ago.
Now the thing about this is that there were only two of us. There was my CW and I and CW had been off doing chores. So he would have HAD to come to me and me alone.
Me: I didn't see any laying around.
SC1: WELL I LEFT THEM HERE.
Me: I'm sorry sir, but I don't remember you at all.
SC1: AAAAWWW COME ON. I WANT THE MANAGER'S NUMBER! I left my damn cigarettes here...blah blah blah and so on and so forth.
At this point I'm ringing out another customer who is very patient with what happens next and I suppose it was because I did my best to pay attention to only her.
SC2: Hey I need to break these bills down, you go anything for me?
CW: No, unfortunately I don't have very much money in my register at all.
SC2: You can't break this for me? What the hell, man?
CW: We don't keep that kind of money in the drawer.
SC2: Does she got any money in her drawer to break this?
CW: I don't know.
SC2: (yelling) HEY, GIRL, HOW MUCH MONEY YOU GOT IN YO DRAWER?!
Me: *trying my best to ignore him and serve the customer at my register*
SC2: HEY!
Me: *in the most polite tone I have but with a little edge* I'm sorry sir but you are just going to have to WAIT.
SC2: Hey I'm just asking how much money you have in your drawer, you don't have to be so fucking rude about it. I want the manager's number now!
They eventually left:
1. Without cigarettes.
2. Without knowing how much money I have or breaking any bills.
3. Without the manager's number.
I dropped all the money in the drawers down to bare bones, told the local PD when they stopped in, and told the manager the next day. Asking a cashier at a gas station in the middle of the night how much money they have is a VERY VERY VERY inappropriate question. Not to mention they were trying to scam us out of cigs anyway. Freakin' stupid.
I slammed my finger in the drawer.
Me: Oooooooowwwwww!!!!
SC: *looks at me weird.*
Me: I just...slammed my finger in the drawer.
SC: *no emotion* Can't help ya. *walks away*
No.
SC: Do you have any napkins? (over there.)
SC: Do you have any straws? (over there, again.)
SC: Do you have any forks? (third time's a charm I suppose)
SC: Could I have a SMALL bag? (all the same size, lady)
SC: Could I have a BIG bag?
Me: How big?
SC: Really big.
Me: *hands him a trash bag*
SC: Uhhh...I was thinking like that. *points to the regular sized ones*
SC: I thought these were 25 cents. (They're over a 1.00, ma'am)
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