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I had a few things I remembered from working at the gas station so I thought I'd post them for your amusement.
Proper Containers
I was working graveyard shift and this guy comes up to the window (our doors were locked at night, we served people through a drawer) and says he ran out of gas accross the street, and asks if we have any gas cans. I tell him that we don't have any right now, but the station a block up might. He says that he doesn't want to walk up there and heads back to his car.
A few minutes later I hear the till beeping, meaning someone has picked up a nozzel and is trying to pump gas before pre-paying, of course, they can't unless I authorize it. I look to see the same guy holding a windshield washing jug trying to pump gas into it. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: (over the intercom) Hi there sir, but you cannot pump gas into that container. Our pumps are also all pre-pay.
SC: (comes over to the window) Well here's $5 I'll see what I can fit into this.
Me: You cannot put gasoline into that container, it has to be in your vehicle or in a certified container.
SC: Why!? I just need to go accross the street, I just need enough to get me over here to fill up!
Me: One, it is a mislabled chemical, and two the gas with eat through the bottom of that container before you cross the street.
SC: Well fine then I'll just have to leave my vehicle over there overnight! Maybe I will try the station up the road since you won't help me. (walks away)
Me:
No, you can't smoke there
Another one I remember is a guy is paying at the pump and before I authorize I look out to check everything's okay and his buddy is in the passenger seat with the window cracked, smoking. I go over the intercom:
Me: Hi there, you're going to have to get your friend to put out his cigarette or stand 25 feet away from the pumps over to the left.
SC: but why, he's in the car, he'll roll the window up.
Me: Sorry, but I'm not willing to risk over 150 000 litres of very flammable chemical exploding.
SC: (goes over to his friend) Hey man can you put out your smoke so I can pump the gas.
So his buddy puts it out and all is well.
Ahh drunk chicks
Last one I remember right now is having two girls come up to the store while I was on graveyard, and do the thing that drives me insane, they yank on the door. Disregarding the sign that is posted that's at eye level and bigger than both their heads put together. I call them over to the window like I normally do when people yank on the door, I slam the drawer out very hard, and say "over here please." They look confused and continue to yank on the door, so I say "At the window to your right." The finally get it and come over. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hi there, how can I help you?
Girl 1: Why won't you let us in?
Me: It's our policy, our doors are locked at 9pm. I can't let anyone who is not authorized into the store.
Girl 1: But I have to pee!
Me: I'm sorry our bathrooms are unavaliable at night. There is a station a block up the road though.
Girl 2: oh okay that's... *her friend cuts her off*
Girl 1: But we're not going to rob you, do we look like we would!? What if we want to buy stuff!
Me: It's nothing personal, It is our policy and in a month will be the law. I cannot let anyone unauthorized into this store or else I could lose my job. I can get you products through the drawer here, except for coffee and slushees.
Girl 1: So you're saying that if someone bought $30 in gas and wanted $5 in food you wouldn't let them in?!
Me: Yes, I could still get them the food through the drawer though.
Girl 1: I beg to differ! You're just being a bitch!
Me: You can beg to differ all you want, I'm not allowed, nor will I let you into this store.
Girl 1: Fuck you!
Girl 2 then proceeds to try and drag girl 1 away. She looks aplogetic and embarassed.
Girl 1: Maybe I'll just pee in your lot! (Our station is on a major highway)
Me: Go for it, if you hang around here much longer I will call the police on you.
Girl 1 gives me the finger and they walk away accross the street.
I continue doing my other tasks around the store when I look out the window just to see her pulling up her pants, and she runs away. I shake my head and continue to mop.
Her friend comes over to the window about 10 - 15 minutes later, I half feel bad and half don't (there's a bit more to this story that I can't quite remember to type out, but she didn't entirely come off as being less sucky than her friend) she comes up and I pick up the phone about the call the cops, and she aplogizes for her friend and asks for the number to a cab, I feel kind of bad for her so I give her the number and she leaves.
I always had issues with calling the police, I know other people who would have done it when she peed in the lot, but really, what are the cops going to do, not to mention they could have been long gone before anyone showed up. They were just drunk and stupid, and it felt like a waste of time calling anyone about it. Let them go home and sober up.
Yes so those are a couple of the stories I have from the gas station, maybe once I've been working at the casino for a bit longer I'll have some from there (hopefully not, but it's pretty much inevitable.)
Proper Containers
I was working graveyard shift and this guy comes up to the window (our doors were locked at night, we served people through a drawer) and says he ran out of gas accross the street, and asks if we have any gas cans. I tell him that we don't have any right now, but the station a block up might. He says that he doesn't want to walk up there and heads back to his car.
A few minutes later I hear the till beeping, meaning someone has picked up a nozzel and is trying to pump gas before pre-paying, of course, they can't unless I authorize it. I look to see the same guy holding a windshield washing jug trying to pump gas into it. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: (over the intercom) Hi there sir, but you cannot pump gas into that container. Our pumps are also all pre-pay.
SC: (comes over to the window) Well here's $5 I'll see what I can fit into this.
Me: You cannot put gasoline into that container, it has to be in your vehicle or in a certified container.
SC: Why!? I just need to go accross the street, I just need enough to get me over here to fill up!
Me: One, it is a mislabled chemical, and two the gas with eat through the bottom of that container before you cross the street.
SC: Well fine then I'll just have to leave my vehicle over there overnight! Maybe I will try the station up the road since you won't help me. (walks away)
Me:
No, you can't smoke there
Another one I remember is a guy is paying at the pump and before I authorize I look out to check everything's okay and his buddy is in the passenger seat with the window cracked, smoking. I go over the intercom:
Me: Hi there, you're going to have to get your friend to put out his cigarette or stand 25 feet away from the pumps over to the left.
SC: but why, he's in the car, he'll roll the window up.
Me: Sorry, but I'm not willing to risk over 150 000 litres of very flammable chemical exploding.
SC: (goes over to his friend) Hey man can you put out your smoke so I can pump the gas.
So his buddy puts it out and all is well.
Ahh drunk chicks
Last one I remember right now is having two girls come up to the store while I was on graveyard, and do the thing that drives me insane, they yank on the door. Disregarding the sign that is posted that's at eye level and bigger than both their heads put together. I call them over to the window like I normally do when people yank on the door, I slam the drawer out very hard, and say "over here please." They look confused and continue to yank on the door, so I say "At the window to your right." The finally get it and come over. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hi there, how can I help you?
Girl 1: Why won't you let us in?
Me: It's our policy, our doors are locked at 9pm. I can't let anyone who is not authorized into the store.
Girl 1: But I have to pee!
Me: I'm sorry our bathrooms are unavaliable at night. There is a station a block up the road though.
Girl 2: oh okay that's... *her friend cuts her off*
Girl 1: But we're not going to rob you, do we look like we would!? What if we want to buy stuff!
Me: It's nothing personal, It is our policy and in a month will be the law. I cannot let anyone unauthorized into this store or else I could lose my job. I can get you products through the drawer here, except for coffee and slushees.
Girl 1: So you're saying that if someone bought $30 in gas and wanted $5 in food you wouldn't let them in?!
Me: Yes, I could still get them the food through the drawer though.
Girl 1: I beg to differ! You're just being a bitch!
Me: You can beg to differ all you want, I'm not allowed, nor will I let you into this store.
Girl 1: Fuck you!
Girl 2 then proceeds to try and drag girl 1 away. She looks aplogetic and embarassed.
Girl 1: Maybe I'll just pee in your lot! (Our station is on a major highway)
Me: Go for it, if you hang around here much longer I will call the police on you.
Girl 1 gives me the finger and they walk away accross the street.
I continue doing my other tasks around the store when I look out the window just to see her pulling up her pants, and she runs away. I shake my head and continue to mop.
Her friend comes over to the window about 10 - 15 minutes later, I half feel bad and half don't (there's a bit more to this story that I can't quite remember to type out, but she didn't entirely come off as being less sucky than her friend) she comes up and I pick up the phone about the call the cops, and she aplogizes for her friend and asks for the number to a cab, I feel kind of bad for her so I give her the number and she leaves.
I always had issues with calling the police, I know other people who would have done it when she peed in the lot, but really, what are the cops going to do, not to mention they could have been long gone before anyone showed up. They were just drunk and stupid, and it felt like a waste of time calling anyone about it. Let them go home and sober up.
Yes so those are a couple of the stories I have from the gas station, maybe once I've been working at the casino for a bit longer I'll have some from there (hopefully not, but it's pretty much inevitable.)
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