I'm sure we've got a ton of these already.
SC: I want two powerball tickets. I want them uhhh, with the number 25. The powerplay number 25. Errr...yeah.
Me: You want the powerBALL number to be 25?
SC: No. Powerplay.
Me: So you want the powerplay but you wanted the powerBALL number to be 25?
SC: No. No no no. I want the two. The two dollar. Two of the two dollar...uuuuuh...with 25.
Me: Ma'am I'm not quite sure what you want. If you would like me to print you out two two-dollar powerball tickets and one to have the powerball number of 25, I can do that.
SC: Um...yeah? But...
Me: There is some kind of powerplay number but we can't do anything with that. I don't even know what it is and I've been working here four years.
SC: .....???
Me: *prints tickets*
SC: There are two??????
Me: Yes. You said two.
SC: No...I didn't...I didn't want this.
Me: *sigh...* You'll have to TELL ME CLEARLY what you want.
SC: Nevermind.
My CW had another who was kind of like her and he told her, "Well you have to ask me what you want in a logical manner and I'll answer you." She then proceeded to bluster.
One guy after several attempts at telling me what he wanted said "YES" after I said, "So Twenty Dollars worth?" When I said the total he proceeded to say, "Oh...I only wanted TWO dollars worth. I don't want these." My response was this:
Me: That's fine, I have a ton of other ones over here that people didn't want.
SC: Uh...really?
Me: Yeah. We can't cancel them so they just kinda rot back here and we lose money on them if they don't sell by the draw date.
SC: Oh....uh....I didn't know....you can't cancel them?
Me: We can only cancel *three games* and other than that we have to hope that they'll sell but most people don't want the ones that are just sitting there.
SC: .....oh. Uh...sorry.
Me: Right. Have a good day.
Selfish bastards sometimes take our jokes too seriously. We usually just joke around and say "Hey when you win that, you come back. I got school loans that need to be paid!" Most people are like, "HELL YEAH, SCHOOL LOANS PAID!" But we get a few who are a little denser than most:
Me: Hey when you win that you're paying off my school loans right?
SC: Hahahahaha! As if! You won't need it.
Me: Uhhh?
SC: Doesn't your store get some piece of it?
Me: Actually our chain refuses cash prizes for selling winning tickets because of a complaint that occurred a few years ago. We get nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. If we get anything at all it would be because someone who won it came back and gave it to individuals. Besides, the paltry sum they WOULD give us if we weren't at *store* wouldn't pay off my school loans.
SC: ..................oh. Well SUCKS TO BE YOU GUYS.
Oh the curse of explosive diarrhea...it is one of my favorites.
The worst was at 9:50 when a guy walks right on in and the lottery is DONE at 10. He has the incorrect playslip versions and gets huffy when I tell him that we might not get his lottery all through in time because we will have to put it in manually. He started getting snippy about how we were out of the playslips and was even worse when I told him that there was nothing I could do about it and I'd been hearing about it all day. My CW is typing in all his stupid numbers and he's busily giving me shit while I'm TRYING to get everything counted and put away for the end of our shift.
I had to tell at LEAST three people who were standing in line behind him that they weren't going to be getting tickets that night and to go somewhere else if they thought they could make it in time.
Worst part of it is that he's a regular customer and he thinks we're all "hunky-dory" after he got what he wanted. He told me to "be good" when I was leaving and I told him, "YEAH RIGHT." I then proceeded to get completely schwasted at the bar underneath my apartment and curse the day he was born.
People didn't really understand my reaction when I heard that the lottery had been won. I started celebrating. They asked me if I'd won anything and I said, "Yes, a peaceful fucking Saturday."
SC: I want two powerball tickets. I want them uhhh, with the number 25. The powerplay number 25. Errr...yeah.
Me: You want the powerBALL number to be 25?
SC: No. Powerplay.
Me: So you want the powerplay but you wanted the powerBALL number to be 25?
SC: No. No no no. I want the two. The two dollar. Two of the two dollar...uuuuuh...with 25.
Me: Ma'am I'm not quite sure what you want. If you would like me to print you out two two-dollar powerball tickets and one to have the powerball number of 25, I can do that.
SC: Um...yeah? But...
Me: There is some kind of powerplay number but we can't do anything with that. I don't even know what it is and I've been working here four years.
SC: .....???
Me: *prints tickets*
SC: There are two??????
Me: Yes. You said two.
SC: No...I didn't...I didn't want this.
Me: *sigh...* You'll have to TELL ME CLEARLY what you want.
SC: Nevermind.
My CW had another who was kind of like her and he told her, "Well you have to ask me what you want in a logical manner and I'll answer you." She then proceeded to bluster.
One guy after several attempts at telling me what he wanted said "YES" after I said, "So Twenty Dollars worth?" When I said the total he proceeded to say, "Oh...I only wanted TWO dollars worth. I don't want these." My response was this:
Me: That's fine, I have a ton of other ones over here that people didn't want.
SC: Uh...really?
Me: Yeah. We can't cancel them so they just kinda rot back here and we lose money on them if they don't sell by the draw date.
SC: Oh....uh....I didn't know....you can't cancel them?
Me: We can only cancel *three games* and other than that we have to hope that they'll sell but most people don't want the ones that are just sitting there.
SC: .....oh. Uh...sorry.
Me: Right. Have a good day.
Selfish bastards sometimes take our jokes too seriously. We usually just joke around and say "Hey when you win that, you come back. I got school loans that need to be paid!" Most people are like, "HELL YEAH, SCHOOL LOANS PAID!" But we get a few who are a little denser than most:
Me: Hey when you win that you're paying off my school loans right?
SC: Hahahahaha! As if! You won't need it.
Me: Uhhh?
SC: Doesn't your store get some piece of it?
Me: Actually our chain refuses cash prizes for selling winning tickets because of a complaint that occurred a few years ago. We get nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. If we get anything at all it would be because someone who won it came back and gave it to individuals. Besides, the paltry sum they WOULD give us if we weren't at *store* wouldn't pay off my school loans.
SC: ..................oh. Well SUCKS TO BE YOU GUYS.
Oh the curse of explosive diarrhea...it is one of my favorites.
The worst was at 9:50 when a guy walks right on in and the lottery is DONE at 10. He has the incorrect playslip versions and gets huffy when I tell him that we might not get his lottery all through in time because we will have to put it in manually. He started getting snippy about how we were out of the playslips and was even worse when I told him that there was nothing I could do about it and I'd been hearing about it all day. My CW is typing in all his stupid numbers and he's busily giving me shit while I'm TRYING to get everything counted and put away for the end of our shift.
I had to tell at LEAST three people who were standing in line behind him that they weren't going to be getting tickets that night and to go somewhere else if they thought they could make it in time.
Worst part of it is that he's a regular customer and he thinks we're all "hunky-dory" after he got what he wanted. He told me to "be good" when I was leaving and I told him, "YEAH RIGHT." I then proceeded to get completely schwasted at the bar underneath my apartment and curse the day he was born.
People didn't really understand my reaction when I heard that the lottery had been won. I started celebrating. They asked me if I'd won anything and I said, "Yes, a peaceful fucking Saturday."
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