I was just thinking about this gem of an old man who always comes in to my store. Last weekend, he threw a hissy fit because I refused to authorize his gas pump. He was at one of the two pre-pay pumps. It's marked plainly at eye level in bold red letters on a white background that you must PRE-PAY or PAY-AT-THE-PUMP. He comes stomping in, and starts demanding that I turn on the pump. I tell him what the sign says, and even point it out. He insists that he doesn't know how much his tank will hold.
I always call bullshit or stupidity on that argument. I mean, how can you not know approximately how much gas your tank will hold if you always drive the same car? How can you not know how much you generally spend on gas if you're filling it up? In my case, I generally know how much my budget allows me to spend on gas per week. I just get mine at one of the local Murphy USA stations, and use a Wal-Mart card that I load when I buy groceries to pay for it at the pump. Anyway...
I tell him that the other pumps closer to the building will allow post-pay, but he doesn't want to move his car. So, I shrug and tell him it's too bad for him then. The pump he's parked at is pre-pay or pay-at-the-pump only. I can't override it, and I wouldn't even if I could because I think all gas should be pre-pay or pay-at-the-pump only. He gets mad and throws a $20 bill on the counter. So, being snarky as I can be toward sucktards, I set it for $19.99. He comes in to get his penny, and starts sniping as soon as he walks through the door. I just ring up his change and toss his penny on the counter. It's no skin off my nose either way, but I knew it would piss him off.
I guess I shouldn't expect any sense of reason or logic from this old bastard. This is the same guy who always huffs and puffs if we don't happen to have whatever lottery ticket he wants. This is also the same old bastard who wants 20 of the same scratcher. So, I count out 20, and tear off the roll at the 20th ticket. He huffs and puffs because I refuse to tear each ticket separately before I hand him his tickets. I don't care, though, I do neatly fold them into a manageable stack. I find it easier to deal with them as one long sheet rather than 20 different tickets. He's the only lottery customer who huffs about that, by the way. The rest of the lottery customers seem to like that I do it that way. He's the same one who just randomly screamed at the Coke cooler one day, and then came up to the counter with two cans of Coke as if nothing happened. That last one was amusing, but still weird.