I often end up running a shift alone for hours on end when I'm working. That means I have to take care of matters like eating, restroom breaks, and other such things between customers when I have a moment. Yes, I do tend to be a little pissy on such nights when customers are virtually nonstop, but I'm pretty good about keeping myself in check unless someone decides to be an assmunch. Then, I won't hesitate to dump my own load of crap on the ones who decide to dump on me. I just don't put up with the ones who decide to be jerks toward me.
So, I had a lull between customers. I decided to take advantage of the break to run to the restroom. It never fails that I always seem to have yet another customer when I get back from the restroom. Most of them understand that I'm working alone, so they don't fuss even if they're in a hurry.
Not this guy, though. He didn't say anything at first, but had the dirtiest of looks on his face. I approached the counter, and waited for him to state his request. He wanted a box of ephedrine, so I went to the cabinet to get it. Ephedrine sales require that we card the customer, fill out this log, and have them sign it. After I got a box of pills, I started hunting for the log book. None of the other clerks leave it in the same spot, so I had to spend a few seconds hunting for the log book.
By the way, if this stuff has been changed so it can't be used to make meth, why do we still have to log everyone who buys it? Shouldn't carding like for beer and cigarettes be sufficient? It's just a waste of time, in my opinion. They're going to find a way to get it, and I resent being stuck in the middle of such matters. I could go on about how the laws should target the ones who try to buy illegally rather than those who sell the age-restricted products, but that's another issue.
In that time, the guy still hasn't dug for his ID, and like I'm going to let it slide without the ID. So, I ask to see his ID. He digs out his wallet, and holds it open to show his ID. I then ask him to take it out of his wallet, and he gives me yet another dirty look as he throws it on the counter. I just scoot it over to where I can see it, type his birthdate into the register, and proceed to put his information in the log book.
"They usually just let me fill it out myself everywhere else."
I ignore him and keep writing the necessary information. He repeats himself. I sigh as I continue writing, "I heard you the first time."
I hear him sighing the eyeroll sigh. He begins pacing like he's doing the pee-pee dance. I ignore it, thinking to myself that it's not going to help it go any faster.
"This is taking forever."
"Yep, it's more pain than it's worth, usually."
"You were in the restroom when I got here."
"Yeah, and you weren't here when I went to the restroom. The store was empty, so it seemed like an ideal time to go."
"You'd think they'd have someone here so people wouldn't have to wait."
"It'd be nice to have some extra help, but good help is hard to find."
That was the extent of the conversation. It just irked me that the underlying tone from this pillhead seemed to be that I should have been there ready to wait on him. However, to my way of thinking, the call of nature is much more important than a stupid box of pills or any other customer's whims.
So, I had a lull between customers. I decided to take advantage of the break to run to the restroom. It never fails that I always seem to have yet another customer when I get back from the restroom. Most of them understand that I'm working alone, so they don't fuss even if they're in a hurry.
Not this guy, though. He didn't say anything at first, but had the dirtiest of looks on his face. I approached the counter, and waited for him to state his request. He wanted a box of ephedrine, so I went to the cabinet to get it. Ephedrine sales require that we card the customer, fill out this log, and have them sign it. After I got a box of pills, I started hunting for the log book. None of the other clerks leave it in the same spot, so I had to spend a few seconds hunting for the log book.
By the way, if this stuff has been changed so it can't be used to make meth, why do we still have to log everyone who buys it? Shouldn't carding like for beer and cigarettes be sufficient? It's just a waste of time, in my opinion. They're going to find a way to get it, and I resent being stuck in the middle of such matters. I could go on about how the laws should target the ones who try to buy illegally rather than those who sell the age-restricted products, but that's another issue.
In that time, the guy still hasn't dug for his ID, and like I'm going to let it slide without the ID. So, I ask to see his ID. He digs out his wallet, and holds it open to show his ID. I then ask him to take it out of his wallet, and he gives me yet another dirty look as he throws it on the counter. I just scoot it over to where I can see it, type his birthdate into the register, and proceed to put his information in the log book.
"They usually just let me fill it out myself everywhere else."
I ignore him and keep writing the necessary information. He repeats himself. I sigh as I continue writing, "I heard you the first time."
I hear him sighing the eyeroll sigh. He begins pacing like he's doing the pee-pee dance. I ignore it, thinking to myself that it's not going to help it go any faster.
"This is taking forever."
"Yep, it's more pain than it's worth, usually."
"You were in the restroom when I got here."
"Yeah, and you weren't here when I went to the restroom. The store was empty, so it seemed like an ideal time to go."
"You'd think they'd have someone here so people wouldn't have to wait."
"It'd be nice to have some extra help, but good help is hard to find."
That was the extent of the conversation. It just irked me that the underlying tone from this pillhead seemed to be that I should have been there ready to wait on him. However, to my way of thinking, the call of nature is much more important than a stupid box of pills or any other customer's whims.
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