I'm the only one on register and I'm on the middle one. Meaning it's about five steps from either door. It's not a long way away. I'm ringing out a line that is pretty steady but not overwhelming when I hear a rude "EXCUSE ME" and cue the catbuttface old woman: "I WANT TO PAY FOR GAAAAS"
She's not at my register. She's not even AT a register. She's standing by the DOOR holding up money.
My response: "I have a line." It WAS going to be "I have a line, GET IN IT" but I just let her figure that one out on her own.
Me: My I see your I.D.
SC: PSSSSHHHHHHHH
Me: *looks at it* You're younger than me and you're gonna make a stink about getting carded? Get real.
SC: I coulda tol' you that I was 25 and yous woulda believed me.
Me: First off, no I wouldn't. And second off, you have to LOOK like you're older than 27.
SC: The air isn't giving me any air.
When this happens I usually go out and they bitch and moan and whine and complain until I'm just like, fuck it, and I go get the portable compressor out of my car. When I plug it into their tire and turn it on inevitably the conversation goes exactly like this:
Me: This tire is up to 40 and should be at 32. Are you sure the air pump wasn't giving you air?
SC: Just put a little more in it.
Me: I won't do that sir, driving with too much air in your tires is bad for them.
SC: Well can you do the rest of them?
Me: I think the air pump can help you with those, sir.
SC: Are you doing a man's job again?
Me: I'm about as manly as you get around here.
I work with all women....
I was washing windows with a power washer that has a gun-like sprayer appendage.
SC: HEY. If I pull my car up...
Me: Don't even finish that sentence. *brandishes sprayer*
I seem to be getting a rash of people who like to use the phrase: "You know me. I don't complain." No. Let me tell you about you. I know you. You complain about the dumbest shit imaginable and then pretend like it's the most insane thing that's ever happened to you. Omg, you didn't get your points taken off of your gas when the loyalty network was down and they TOLD YOU THAT? Omg your coupon for cigarettes is out of date because those packs sat on the racks for so long and you're the only one who buys them? Omg, you get "cut" in front of in the line because you think there are separate lines for lottery customers and regular customers? Wow. What a shame. Go fuck yourself.
Weird guy: Hey...Gaki...be careful when you go do the trash tonight.
Me: Won't be doing trash tonight.
WG: ...*wanders out*
SC: Eating on the job huh?
Me: Gotta eat.
SC: Why don't you eat during a break?
Me: Don't get breaks.
SC: ......oh.
To clarify: Minors get breaks. We don't. It's perfectly legal and honestly in the gas station business it makes sense. We can have five minute breaks every two hours but usually those are taken by smokers as what would a non-smoker do with their five minute break? I just take one to eat and everyone accosts me. I'm not ringing people out, I'm just sitting down eating.
She's not at my register. She's not even AT a register. She's standing by the DOOR holding up money.
My response: "I have a line." It WAS going to be "I have a line, GET IN IT" but I just let her figure that one out on her own.
Me: My I see your I.D.
SC: PSSSSHHHHHHHH
Me: *looks at it* You're younger than me and you're gonna make a stink about getting carded? Get real.
SC: I coulda tol' you that I was 25 and yous woulda believed me.
Me: First off, no I wouldn't. And second off, you have to LOOK like you're older than 27.
SC: The air isn't giving me any air.
When this happens I usually go out and they bitch and moan and whine and complain until I'm just like, fuck it, and I go get the portable compressor out of my car. When I plug it into their tire and turn it on inevitably the conversation goes exactly like this:
Me: This tire is up to 40 and should be at 32. Are you sure the air pump wasn't giving you air?
SC: Just put a little more in it.
Me: I won't do that sir, driving with too much air in your tires is bad for them.
SC: Well can you do the rest of them?
Me: I think the air pump can help you with those, sir.
SC: Are you doing a man's job again?
Me: I'm about as manly as you get around here.
I work with all women....
I was washing windows with a power washer that has a gun-like sprayer appendage.
SC: HEY. If I pull my car up...
Me: Don't even finish that sentence. *brandishes sprayer*
I seem to be getting a rash of people who like to use the phrase: "You know me. I don't complain." No. Let me tell you about you. I know you. You complain about the dumbest shit imaginable and then pretend like it's the most insane thing that's ever happened to you. Omg, you didn't get your points taken off of your gas when the loyalty network was down and they TOLD YOU THAT? Omg your coupon for cigarettes is out of date because those packs sat on the racks for so long and you're the only one who buys them? Omg, you get "cut" in front of in the line because you think there are separate lines for lottery customers and regular customers? Wow. What a shame. Go fuck yourself.
Weird guy: Hey...Gaki...be careful when you go do the trash tonight.
Me: Won't be doing trash tonight.
WG: ...*wanders out*
SC: Eating on the job huh?
Me: Gotta eat.
SC: Why don't you eat during a break?
Me: Don't get breaks.
SC: ......oh.
To clarify: Minors get breaks. We don't. It's perfectly legal and honestly in the gas station business it makes sense. We can have five minute breaks every two hours but usually those are taken by smokers as what would a non-smoker do with their five minute break? I just take one to eat and everyone accosts me. I'm not ringing people out, I'm just sitting down eating.
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