I'm now done with you now.
SC: Where's my coffee? Where'd you put my coffee?
Me: Your what, sir?
SC: MY COFFEE?!!??!!?!?!?
Me: I didn't put your coffee anywhere. I've been here the whole time.
SC: Well SOMEONE TOOK IT. WHO TOOK IT?!?!?!?!
Me: I'm not sure. One of my coworkers might have picked it up if you left it somewhere.
SC: Picked it up!? And put it where?
Me: Well she probably would have gotten rid of it.
SC: WHAT?!
Me: That's what we do when a drink is left out. We get rid of it.
SC: TELL HER SHE'S AN IDIOT! (mumbles and is ignored by me while he makes another coffee) Fucking stupid bitch, fucking idiot. I fucking hate this place, goddamn motherfucking stupid sons of bitches, she's fucking useless.
I told my CW who did it (who heard the whole thing and just quietly enjoyed it) that when he comes in again, keep an eye on him and dump his coffee out while he isn't looking. I was serious.
The PA sound goes off.
Me: How can I help you?
SC: MY PUMP ISN'T WORKIIIIIING!!!!
Me: Did you pay with cash?
SC: YES!!!
Me: *tries to reset it but it goes back on a card.* It came up as a Visa card, if you want to restart the pump I'll have to do the transaction over.
SC: WHYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????????? ??????
Me: *sigh* Because if you pick the pump up and put it down or wait for ten minutes or longer to pump, the pump will reset. The money goes back on the card automatically.
SC: WHAT ABOUT MY GAS REWARDS?!
Me: I can give you the (basic) but not the (earned.)
SC: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!
She did end up coming in, paying cash (by throwing it at me with a sulky-bitchy look) and only getting the basic rewards. She was pissed when she threw her money though because I stared at it on the counter and said, "What am I doing with that?" Like I could read her mind...? I wasn't even the one who originally rang her out.
Two guys got in a verbal fight about what spot they had in line. If shit had gotten real they would have heard just how loud my voice can go. And they might have figured out just how fast the po-po can get there. (There are two stations equidistant from the store and they are both about a mile away. They get there DAMN QUICK.)
They didn't get there damn quick for this guy.
It was a busy night for the cops the other night because it took them at least 20 minutes to respond to me after I called.
CW turns to me and says, "I think that guy is really fucked up."
I ring him out next and agree. We look at each other, I look outside, and then I pick up the phone and dial the police. He's sitting in the driver's seat.
When the police finally do show up, he's STILL THERE and they force him to get his wife to pick him up. They couldn't get a DUI on him because he didn't have the key in the ignition.
Dear Men,
There are only women working. If you are going to complain about how the men's room looks/smells/is in general, then you will have to LET US FREAKING CLEAN IT. Why is it that men are the pickiest about their bathroom experience but when we're trying to clean it, they WON'T LET US. Everyone is just like, "It'll just be a second, I have to gooooo! Can I just go?!!?!?" NO. FUCKING WAIT YOUR GODDAMN ELITIST ASS SO I CAN GET THIS FUCKING CLEAN SO YOU GUYS CAN STOP BITCHING LIKE LITTLE PUSSIES ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you don't like it, I'll be sure to leave the papertowels and spray bottles so you can do it yourself.
Love, Me.
SC: Where's my coffee? Where'd you put my coffee?
Me: Your what, sir?
SC: MY COFFEE?!!??!!?!?!?
Me: I didn't put your coffee anywhere. I've been here the whole time.
SC: Well SOMEONE TOOK IT. WHO TOOK IT?!?!?!?!
Me: I'm not sure. One of my coworkers might have picked it up if you left it somewhere.
SC: Picked it up!? And put it where?
Me: Well she probably would have gotten rid of it.
SC: WHAT?!
Me: That's what we do when a drink is left out. We get rid of it.
SC: TELL HER SHE'S AN IDIOT! (mumbles and is ignored by me while he makes another coffee) Fucking stupid bitch, fucking idiot. I fucking hate this place, goddamn motherfucking stupid sons of bitches, she's fucking useless.
I told my CW who did it (who heard the whole thing and just quietly enjoyed it) that when he comes in again, keep an eye on him and dump his coffee out while he isn't looking. I was serious.
The PA sound goes off.
Me: How can I help you?
SC: MY PUMP ISN'T WORKIIIIIING!!!!
Me: Did you pay with cash?
SC: YES!!!
Me: *tries to reset it but it goes back on a card.* It came up as a Visa card, if you want to restart the pump I'll have to do the transaction over.
SC: WHYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????????? ??????
Me: *sigh* Because if you pick the pump up and put it down or wait for ten minutes or longer to pump, the pump will reset. The money goes back on the card automatically.
SC: WHAT ABOUT MY GAS REWARDS?!
Me: I can give you the (basic) but not the (earned.)
SC: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!
She did end up coming in, paying cash (by throwing it at me with a sulky-bitchy look) and only getting the basic rewards. She was pissed when she threw her money though because I stared at it on the counter and said, "What am I doing with that?" Like I could read her mind...? I wasn't even the one who originally rang her out.
Two guys got in a verbal fight about what spot they had in line. If shit had gotten real they would have heard just how loud my voice can go. And they might have figured out just how fast the po-po can get there. (There are two stations equidistant from the store and they are both about a mile away. They get there DAMN QUICK.)
They didn't get there damn quick for this guy.
It was a busy night for the cops the other night because it took them at least 20 minutes to respond to me after I called.
CW turns to me and says, "I think that guy is really fucked up."
I ring him out next and agree. We look at each other, I look outside, and then I pick up the phone and dial the police. He's sitting in the driver's seat.
When the police finally do show up, he's STILL THERE and they force him to get his wife to pick him up. They couldn't get a DUI on him because he didn't have the key in the ignition.
Dear Men,
There are only women working. If you are going to complain about how the men's room looks/smells/is in general, then you will have to LET US FREAKING CLEAN IT. Why is it that men are the pickiest about their bathroom experience but when we're trying to clean it, they WON'T LET US. Everyone is just like, "It'll just be a second, I have to gooooo! Can I just go?!!?!?" NO. FUCKING WAIT YOUR GODDAMN ELITIST ASS SO I CAN GET THIS FUCKING CLEAN SO YOU GUYS CAN STOP BITCHING LIKE LITTLE PUSSIES ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you don't like it, I'll be sure to leave the papertowels and spray bottles so you can do it yourself.
Love, Me.
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