I worked a 15 hour shift at the gas station of hell today and I have got to say. This has been a weird one. Mostly it was just people doing their normal level of suck. The throwing money, the not talking, the mumbling...etc. I had two notables.
Notable the first:
SC: I only won 45 dollars? That can't be right. *examines lottery ticket I just validated.* It says if you get five words then you get sixty dollars! Look at the five words I got.
Me: I just give out what the machine says.
SC: Well that CAN'T BE RIGHT!!!
She then asks my CW what he thinks and it really doesn't matter what he thinks because I out-rank him so it's what I say that goes and he knows that. So he repeats what I say about giving what the machine prints out and states, "The machine is always right.'
SC: WELL. The CUSTOMER should always be right!
Me: ... *something internal breaks in a loud snapping sound and I take the ticket as she's pointing out the words.* .......Um. A-stute. With an A.
SC: OOOOOOH. OH I'm so sorry I gave you a hard time! Ho ho ho!
Me: *monotone* I'm used to it.
Notable the second in letter format:
It isn’t bad enough that I was there for 15 hours straight but you just had to be a fucking condescending asstard and pretend like you were doing me a favor by consistently telling me that you were SO IRRITATED about literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever fucking heard.
"How would someone come in here and know how much this bread was?"
My response: ”Well…they could always ask.”
Was that so fucking hard? Was it? You fucking asswipe. Was that really worth getting all worked up and being a jerkwad mcgee to the cashier about? WAS IT REALLY!? And when you told me that the milk wasn’t labeled and you were CLEARLY WRONG?!!?!?? What did you do then? Go back to the bread, of course. Because that was just such a fucking travesty that you couldn’t tell that the bread was 1.99.
Fine. If you’re so offended by the fact that the bread wasn’t labelled properly then why don’t you go get your bread somewhere else?
OH WAIT. OH. OH. OH FUCKING WAIT.
YOU CAN’T BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING CHRISTMAS AND WE’RE THE ONLY GODDAMN STORE OPEN IN THE WHOLE FUCKING CITY.
Go fuck off and die you piece of shit.
Notable the first:
SC: I only won 45 dollars? That can't be right. *examines lottery ticket I just validated.* It says if you get five words then you get sixty dollars! Look at the five words I got.
Me: I just give out what the machine says.
SC: Well that CAN'T BE RIGHT!!!
She then asks my CW what he thinks and it really doesn't matter what he thinks because I out-rank him so it's what I say that goes and he knows that. So he repeats what I say about giving what the machine prints out and states, "The machine is always right.'
SC: WELL. The CUSTOMER should always be right!
Me: ... *something internal breaks in a loud snapping sound and I take the ticket as she's pointing out the words.* .......Um. A-stute. With an A.
SC: OOOOOOH. OH I'm so sorry I gave you a hard time! Ho ho ho!
Me: *monotone* I'm used to it.
Notable the second in letter format:
It isn’t bad enough that I was there for 15 hours straight but you just had to be a fucking condescending asstard and pretend like you were doing me a favor by consistently telling me that you were SO IRRITATED about literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever fucking heard.
"How would someone come in here and know how much this bread was?"
My response: ”Well…they could always ask.”
Was that so fucking hard? Was it? You fucking asswipe. Was that really worth getting all worked up and being a jerkwad mcgee to the cashier about? WAS IT REALLY!? And when you told me that the milk wasn’t labeled and you were CLEARLY WRONG?!!?!?? What did you do then? Go back to the bread, of course. Because that was just such a fucking travesty that you couldn’t tell that the bread was 1.99.
Fine. If you’re so offended by the fact that the bread wasn’t labelled properly then why don’t you go get your bread somewhere else?
OH WAIT. OH. OH. OH FUCKING WAIT.
YOU CAN’T BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING CHRISTMAS AND WE’RE THE ONLY GODDAMN STORE OPEN IN THE WHOLE FUCKING CITY.
Go fuck off and die you piece of shit.

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