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Maybe I'm partial because this used to drive me beyond insane when I worked at a gas station.
I stopped at Kwik Trip yesterday morning to get smokey treats. I stopped at Kwik Trip, which is a huge Northwest Wisconsin thing, not sure if they are anywhere else, but they are everywhere here. They've built two in the past two years, one was an older one that got torn down to make a bigger one. They even have basic groceries and fruits/veggies/eggs/etc and take and bake pizzas, make your own milkshakes, etc.
It wasn't busy but it wasn't dead. Usually there are two registers open, sometimes even three during the day. There was only one open, which lead me to believe there must have been a delivery or stocking going on.
Anyway, the poor teenaged clerk was trying to send a check through, and his customer was waiting patiently. Sure, checks are a pain, but what can you do, right?
Anyway, this stupid older bitch who walked in around the time I did had grabbed a newspaper and wiggled her way up and budged past me and the guy behind me (I had originally been the first behind the woman paying with the check) and she kept trying to wave a dollar bill at the clerk.
This used to raise my blood pressure quicker than covering your nipples in nicotine patches. I HATED when people would skip the line because they had an even amount of gas or were just picking up a paper and would budge past EVERYONE and try to wiggle their money in front of my face. Some people even got so mad they'd just throw it at me and leave, and other times I'd just find random tens or fives or twenties laying by my till because in a mad rush or between me ignoring them, they'd get so mad they'd leave. In my opinion, people in that big of a hurry shouldn't go to a busy store if they don't have time to pay, or get a freaking subscription to the paper, since it's CHEAPER than paying a dollar every day (and $1.75 on Sunday).
The clerk, with all the patience he could muster, said "Ma'ame, I'm sorry but I have to scan that paper, I can't just take your dollar..."
That bitch was one of those people who really needs to just get a subscription.
Now, at the gas station I worked at, we didn't have to scan the barcodes, because we ordered the same amount of papers every day because we were a small mom and pop store and if we ran out, too bad, if we had extra, we'd get credit for them. Kwik Trips and other bigger gas stations scan them so they know how many to order, I assume.
I felt so bad for that poor teen clerk.
The bitch clucked like a chicken "Well FINE FORGET IT!" and dropped the paper right on the counter and walked out.
I stopped at Kwik Trip yesterday morning to get smokey treats. I stopped at Kwik Trip, which is a huge Northwest Wisconsin thing, not sure if they are anywhere else, but they are everywhere here. They've built two in the past two years, one was an older one that got torn down to make a bigger one. They even have basic groceries and fruits/veggies/eggs/etc and take and bake pizzas, make your own milkshakes, etc.
It wasn't busy but it wasn't dead. Usually there are two registers open, sometimes even three during the day. There was only one open, which lead me to believe there must have been a delivery or stocking going on.
Anyway, the poor teenaged clerk was trying to send a check through, and his customer was waiting patiently. Sure, checks are a pain, but what can you do, right?
Anyway, this stupid older bitch who walked in around the time I did had grabbed a newspaper and wiggled her way up and budged past me and the guy behind me (I had originally been the first behind the woman paying with the check) and she kept trying to wave a dollar bill at the clerk.
This used to raise my blood pressure quicker than covering your nipples in nicotine patches. I HATED when people would skip the line because they had an even amount of gas or were just picking up a paper and would budge past EVERYONE and try to wiggle their money in front of my face. Some people even got so mad they'd just throw it at me and leave, and other times I'd just find random tens or fives or twenties laying by my till because in a mad rush or between me ignoring them, they'd get so mad they'd leave. In my opinion, people in that big of a hurry shouldn't go to a busy store if they don't have time to pay, or get a freaking subscription to the paper, since it's CHEAPER than paying a dollar every day (and $1.75 on Sunday).
The clerk, with all the patience he could muster, said "Ma'ame, I'm sorry but I have to scan that paper, I can't just take your dollar..."
That bitch was one of those people who really needs to just get a subscription.
Now, at the gas station I worked at, we didn't have to scan the barcodes, because we ordered the same amount of papers every day because we were a small mom and pop store and if we ran out, too bad, if we had extra, we'd get credit for them. Kwik Trips and other bigger gas stations scan them so they know how many to order, I assume.
I felt so bad for that poor teen clerk.
The bitch clucked like a chicken "Well FINE FORGET IT!" and dropped the paper right on the counter and walked out.
) city has five or six of 'em.
WHY?! Is this what you do on weekends? LMAO.
I love getting breakfast there, it lasts me until about lunch ~
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
I AM the evil bastard!
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