This man was irate when he got to me. I am honestly bewildered that there are people in this world who are so dumb that they get angry about shit that doesn't exist and wouldn't matter to them if it did ANYWAY.
SC: You have five hundred dollar lottery tickets?
Me: The [ticket with 500 in its name]???
SC: *getting more angry* The 500 dollar ticket!
Me: Um, I'm not sure what you mean. The five dollar ticket called ["500 _____"]?
SC: IT'S FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS.
Me: It's five dollars.
SC: *He jams his finger at the picture and he's yelling now.* IT SAYS FIVE HUNDRED RIIIIIIIIGHT HEEEEEEEERRRREEEEE.
I should note that right about now my face is portraying the classic "you're the dumbest person alive" expression and what is on the tip of my tongue is: "WERE YOU DROPPED AS A CHILD?" Here is what I actually said:
Me: Yes. It is possible to win five hundred dollars on a five dollar ticket, sir.
SC: NOOOOOOOO.........
Me: .....................sir......
SC: .......oh there's a little five dollar sign right at the corner.
Me: Yes. The most you could pay for a scratch ticket here is twenty dollars. But she has to ring up the lottery purchases if you'd like one.
SC: No. I don't want one. I don't play the lottery.
Me:
Woman comes up.
SC: I want XX on pump YY.
Me: Do you have [company card]?
SC: She does.
Me: Who does? Is it with you?
SC: She has it at the PUMP.
Me: I need to scan it in here if you're going to prepay.
SC: FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST. *stomps out like a child*
SC: Here. *rips out a check to pay for his purchase*
Me: Could you fill out your signature and the price?
SC: *snotty* I'm gonna get it back from your machine, why should I do that?
Me: Corporate actually wants you to fill out the whole thing. I'm doing you a favor by not being a sadist.
SC: UGH. *fills it out*
Me: Your total will be X.XX, do you have a--
SC: NO. HOW MUCH?
Me: .............................*starts bagging his shit.*
SC: HOW MUCH?
Me: *points to screen*
You interrupt me you get no more. You can figure your shit out by yourself OBVIOUSLY.
In the women's room:
SC: Oh good, you're mopping anyway. I just peed on the floor.
Me: .....uh. Right...
Cups.
SC: I got this kind of cup but there are no lids for it.
Me: *hands her a lid for that size cup.*
SC: I tried that one, it doesn't fit.
She had a bigger cup size than she'd pointed to. Congrats on your stupidity, is it a boy or a girl?
I broke two fifties today with nothing but fives and ones. Mostly ones. 48 was the first and 47 was the second. Man it feels good to be the devil.
Three kids came in and ordered three specialty drinks. CW made them. Kids walked out without ever showing me the slip or picking up the drinks that were made. I bought one, CW bought another and a managed to sell the last to a regular who didn't know we made them and thinks they're pretty damn bangin' now. Success. But really. Some people's kids. For serious.
SC: You have five hundred dollar lottery tickets?
Me: The [ticket with 500 in its name]???
SC: *getting more angry* The 500 dollar ticket!
Me: Um, I'm not sure what you mean. The five dollar ticket called ["500 _____"]?
SC: IT'S FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS.
Me: It's five dollars.
SC: *He jams his finger at the picture and he's yelling now.* IT SAYS FIVE HUNDRED RIIIIIIIIGHT HEEEEEEEERRRREEEEE.
I should note that right about now my face is portraying the classic "you're the dumbest person alive" expression and what is on the tip of my tongue is: "WERE YOU DROPPED AS A CHILD?" Here is what I actually said:
Me: Yes. It is possible to win five hundred dollars on a five dollar ticket, sir.
SC: NOOOOOOOO.........
Me: .....................sir......
SC: .......oh there's a little five dollar sign right at the corner.
Me: Yes. The most you could pay for a scratch ticket here is twenty dollars. But she has to ring up the lottery purchases if you'd like one.
SC: No. I don't want one. I don't play the lottery.
Me:
Woman comes up.
SC: I want XX on pump YY.
Me: Do you have [company card]?
SC: She does.
Me: Who does? Is it with you?
SC: She has it at the PUMP.
Me: I need to scan it in here if you're going to prepay.
SC: FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST. *stomps out like a child*
SC: Here. *rips out a check to pay for his purchase*
Me: Could you fill out your signature and the price?
SC: *snotty* I'm gonna get it back from your machine, why should I do that?
Me: Corporate actually wants you to fill out the whole thing. I'm doing you a favor by not being a sadist.
SC: UGH. *fills it out*
Me: Your total will be X.XX, do you have a--
SC: NO. HOW MUCH?
Me: .............................*starts bagging his shit.*
SC: HOW MUCH?
Me: *points to screen*
You interrupt me you get no more. You can figure your shit out by yourself OBVIOUSLY.
In the women's room:
SC: Oh good, you're mopping anyway. I just peed on the floor.
Me: .....uh. Right...
Cups.
SC: I got this kind of cup but there are no lids for it.
Me: *hands her a lid for that size cup.*
SC: I tried that one, it doesn't fit.
She had a bigger cup size than she'd pointed to. Congrats on your stupidity, is it a boy or a girl?
I broke two fifties today with nothing but fives and ones. Mostly ones. 48 was the first and 47 was the second. Man it feels good to be the devil.
Three kids came in and ordered three specialty drinks. CW made them. Kids walked out without ever showing me the slip or picking up the drinks that were made. I bought one, CW bought another and a managed to sell the last to a regular who didn't know we made them and thinks they're pretty damn bangin' now. Success. But really. Some people's kids. For serious.
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