I.D.
Me: Do you have your I.D.?
SC: *sighs* No.
Me: *shrugs* Sorry.
SC: I can't get fucking cigarettes?! I'm fucking 27!
Me: But you don't look 27.
SC: WHAT ARE YOU, FUCKING 12?!!?!
Gas, Everywhere GAS
A woman comes up and is upset because the pump hose has a hole in it and she is paying for gas that is going on the ground. I explain that there is a number she can call or I could call the manager for her as I didn't know what to tell her about the money she was wasting by having it all go on the ground. She is then less concerned about the money and begins to tell me that there is a puddle of gas outside and we are going to have a fire.
SC: I don't have time to be like this in a [company a].
Me: [Company b].
SC: FINE. [COMPANY C]!!!
Me: ........
Sigh.
Having seen huge gas spills I simply tell her that if there is a risk of ignition, we will put her car into neutral and push it out of the way of the gas spill.
SC: WHO'S GOING TO PUSH MY CAR?! NOT ME!
Me: We would push your car, somebody would have to steer it. That would be you.
SC: I am NOT doing this, you better HOPE nothing happens to my car! Ya'll gonna have a FIIIIYARE. I WANT YOU TO CALL A SUPERVISOR.
So...I call a supervisor. I tell him that customer is upset because she has "wasted" money by it coming out of the hose. We walk out to her car where I find a stain on the concrete. It is not puddled, there is no standing gas, it is a stain under the hose. I run my fingers down the bottom of the hose and can't feel anything, I'll have to look at it. I explain to supervisor that there is a small stain of gas on the concrete.
SC goes INSANE. She starts SCREAMING that I am 'minimizing the situation' and snatches the phone from my hands, screaming at the supervisor about how I know nothing and he needs to have a talk with me, etc, etc, etc. Right in front of her I whip out my phone and take a picture of the gas stain. She seems undeterred. She continues to yell at him and then hands me back the phone telling me that she's going to call the health department about how we're going to have a fire. She gets in her car, rolls down the window and tells me she wants my name. I make her open the door and get out of the car to see my name tag. Then she wails up into the heavens that she's going to call corporate on me (surprise, corporate is ON THE PHONE.) Supervisor tells me not to argue with her and that it's okay and I'm fine.
Her parting shot: "YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU'RE JUST A KID!"
When she drives off she comes back around and starts screaming obscenities at me out the window while the supervisor is still on the phone.
Way to make yourself credible there, sweetcheeks.
We never got a call. Maybe because she didn't even know where she was and when she yelled "[company c]" I just didn't correct her.
Gender Bending
CW told me this. I was putting away tobacco when a man comes up to her register.
SC: I want a cigar.
CW: Okay, which one? We have a lot.
SC: Whatever he's holding.
CW: *snicker* Poor thing, always mistaken for a boy. *shakes head*
SC: *turns red* I...I didn't know. I'm not from around here!!! *pays and runs out*
Note: I'm not always mistaken for a boy but I have had customers in the past call out to me from far away yelling "Ma'am? SIR????" From far away I look like a 10 year old boy. From any decent distance I'm very clearly female.
Now if you'd like to put tobacco on your soft pretzel...
Clueless Git: Do you have mustard packets back there?
Me: No they would be on that shelf right over there.
CG: Why don't you have them back here?
Me: Because this is the cash register area. That over there is the food area.
Come on now
This marks the second time in my life I've seen someone trying to push the employee's only door open and trying the handle that is underneath a keypad. The toilet isn't in there, friend. Only disaster awaits you in there. That's a promise.
Me: Do you have your I.D.?
SC: *sighs* No.
Me: *shrugs* Sorry.
SC: I can't get fucking cigarettes?! I'm fucking 27!
Me: But you don't look 27.
SC: WHAT ARE YOU, FUCKING 12?!!?!
Gas, Everywhere GAS
A woman comes up and is upset because the pump hose has a hole in it and she is paying for gas that is going on the ground. I explain that there is a number she can call or I could call the manager for her as I didn't know what to tell her about the money she was wasting by having it all go on the ground. She is then less concerned about the money and begins to tell me that there is a puddle of gas outside and we are going to have a fire.
SC: I don't have time to be like this in a [company a].
Me: [Company b].
SC: FINE. [COMPANY C]!!!
Me: ........
Sigh.
Having seen huge gas spills I simply tell her that if there is a risk of ignition, we will put her car into neutral and push it out of the way of the gas spill.
SC: WHO'S GOING TO PUSH MY CAR?! NOT ME!
Me: We would push your car, somebody would have to steer it. That would be you.
SC: I am NOT doing this, you better HOPE nothing happens to my car! Ya'll gonna have a FIIIIYARE. I WANT YOU TO CALL A SUPERVISOR.
So...I call a supervisor. I tell him that customer is upset because she has "wasted" money by it coming out of the hose. We walk out to her car where I find a stain on the concrete. It is not puddled, there is no standing gas, it is a stain under the hose. I run my fingers down the bottom of the hose and can't feel anything, I'll have to look at it. I explain to supervisor that there is a small stain of gas on the concrete.
SC goes INSANE. She starts SCREAMING that I am 'minimizing the situation' and snatches the phone from my hands, screaming at the supervisor about how I know nothing and he needs to have a talk with me, etc, etc, etc. Right in front of her I whip out my phone and take a picture of the gas stain. She seems undeterred. She continues to yell at him and then hands me back the phone telling me that she's going to call the health department about how we're going to have a fire. She gets in her car, rolls down the window and tells me she wants my name. I make her open the door and get out of the car to see my name tag. Then she wails up into the heavens that she's going to call corporate on me (surprise, corporate is ON THE PHONE.) Supervisor tells me not to argue with her and that it's okay and I'm fine.
Her parting shot: "YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU'RE JUST A KID!"
When she drives off she comes back around and starts screaming obscenities at me out the window while the supervisor is still on the phone.
Way to make yourself credible there, sweetcheeks.
We never got a call. Maybe because she didn't even know where she was and when she yelled "[company c]" I just didn't correct her.
Gender Bending
CW told me this. I was putting away tobacco when a man comes up to her register.
SC: I want a cigar.
CW: Okay, which one? We have a lot.
SC: Whatever he's holding.
CW: *snicker* Poor thing, always mistaken for a boy. *shakes head*
SC: *turns red* I...I didn't know. I'm not from around here!!! *pays and runs out*
Note: I'm not always mistaken for a boy but I have had customers in the past call out to me from far away yelling "Ma'am? SIR????" From far away I look like a 10 year old boy. From any decent distance I'm very clearly female.
Now if you'd like to put tobacco on your soft pretzel...
Clueless Git: Do you have mustard packets back there?
Me: No they would be on that shelf right over there.
CG: Why don't you have them back here?
Me: Because this is the cash register area. That over there is the food area.
Come on now
This marks the second time in my life I've seen someone trying to push the employee's only door open and trying the handle that is underneath a keypad. The toilet isn't in there, friend. Only disaster awaits you in there. That's a promise.
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