Settle in kids this might be a long one.
So a bit of back ground I work in a gas station in a less than good area in a city in the Midwest us. I'm the assistant manager and one of two over night clerks. So I deal with all the drunks, freaks, creaps, and drug addicts. Those are 99.99% of the customers I see. Been doing this for two years so I know just about everyone that comes in on my shift.
The ballad of Gas Can Guy begins summer of '13, when he begins pan handling out in front of our store and we start having to run him of two to three times a day. This an minor issue he's one of several but by far the worst offender.
This goes on for two months or so until he manages to con some good sumaritian into buying him a gas can from us, with a sob story about how his car ran out of gas and he only have five dollar to his name and he has to go pick up his mom from cemo. Five minutes after the gas can is bought he enters and tries to return in. With no receipt.
No dice both me and my manager (after this he shall be referred to as W) tell him no receipt nor refund. Here tries for a couple days on all shifts with no luck. Then he goes back to his old habits.
This continues until winter hints and Gas Can Guy vanishes. Off to jail apparently.
I think he's gone for good until he returns this spring and begins again. Well I'm not having it and run him off before he even starts every night.
Now Gas Can Guy messed up yesterday morning I catch him shoplifting a 1.79$ Butterfinger king sized candy bar. I confront Jim in the following exchange.
Me: Hey you wanna pay for the Butterfinger you've got in your pocket?
Gcg; Man I don't have anything in my pocket, bitch.
Me; Are you sure? Because when I go look at video and it there I will be calling the cops.
Gcg: Then call the cops!
And he leaves and gets into a car whose plate I have issues getting. So I review video sure enough he stuffed the candy bar in his pocket so I call the cops and have all the information ready for them when they get here.
They leave and I finish our my shift.
Fast forward to tonight. The car he got into comes back with the same female driver. I make her come inside and prepay for gas. She cops an attitude them complains about how I was looking at her car the night before. I tell her flat out it was because the guy that got into her passenger side seat had stolen a candy bar and I was trying to get her plates for the cops when I called them. She throws her money on the counter and storms out. While she's pumping her gas I go outside light a cigarette and get her plates.
Which I then turn into the cops. They go to her house to ask her about her sticky fingered shout gun rider. Come to find out she's his mom. Officers return show me a picture I tell them that is in fact Gas Can Guy, they give me his full name for the paper work to ban him.
It gets better they also tell me he has several warrants and they would really like to speak with him.
Thus ends the ballad of Gas Can Guy. Far thee well you douche.
So a bit of back ground I work in a gas station in a less than good area in a city in the Midwest us. I'm the assistant manager and one of two over night clerks. So I deal with all the drunks, freaks, creaps, and drug addicts. Those are 99.99% of the customers I see. Been doing this for two years so I know just about everyone that comes in on my shift.
The ballad of Gas Can Guy begins summer of '13, when he begins pan handling out in front of our store and we start having to run him of two to three times a day. This an minor issue he's one of several but by far the worst offender.
This goes on for two months or so until he manages to con some good sumaritian into buying him a gas can from us, with a sob story about how his car ran out of gas and he only have five dollar to his name and he has to go pick up his mom from cemo. Five minutes after the gas can is bought he enters and tries to return in. With no receipt.
No dice both me and my manager (after this he shall be referred to as W) tell him no receipt nor refund. Here tries for a couple days on all shifts with no luck. Then he goes back to his old habits.
This continues until winter hints and Gas Can Guy vanishes. Off to jail apparently.
I think he's gone for good until he returns this spring and begins again. Well I'm not having it and run him off before he even starts every night.
Now Gas Can Guy messed up yesterday morning I catch him shoplifting a 1.79$ Butterfinger king sized candy bar. I confront Jim in the following exchange.
Me: Hey you wanna pay for the Butterfinger you've got in your pocket?
Gcg; Man I don't have anything in my pocket, bitch.
Me; Are you sure? Because when I go look at video and it there I will be calling the cops.
Gcg: Then call the cops!
And he leaves and gets into a car whose plate I have issues getting. So I review video sure enough he stuffed the candy bar in his pocket so I call the cops and have all the information ready for them when they get here.
They leave and I finish our my shift.
Fast forward to tonight. The car he got into comes back with the same female driver. I make her come inside and prepay for gas. She cops an attitude them complains about how I was looking at her car the night before. I tell her flat out it was because the guy that got into her passenger side seat had stolen a candy bar and I was trying to get her plates for the cops when I called them. She throws her money on the counter and storms out. While she's pumping her gas I go outside light a cigarette and get her plates.
Which I then turn into the cops. They go to her house to ask her about her sticky fingered shout gun rider. Come to find out she's his mom. Officers return show me a picture I tell them that is in fact Gas Can Guy, they give me his full name for the paper work to ban him.
It gets better they also tell me he has several warrants and they would really like to speak with him.
Thus ends the ballad of Gas Can Guy. Far thee well you douche.
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