No, that is not his real name. But he is so rude, obnoxious and misogynist, he might as well be. -.- He comes in every so often and is always disgustingly rude to whoever's unfortunate enough to serve him. Sadly, we don't yet have an excuse to ban his arse from the petrol station, but we live in hope.
Today, I was the one cursed with his presence. -.-
MT: Mr Troll
Me: Me
Italics: My thoughts, not said out loud
MT: Why did you leave it so long to turn the pump on?
Me: Cuz I hate your guts. Sorry, we're a bit rushed today.
MT: That's no excuse.
(MT puts his card in the machine, but not far enough in)
Me (puts out hand to show MT what to do, as in, a hand movement NOWHERE near his card) You need to push it further in.
MT: (whips his card out of the machine so fast it flies on to the floor.) DON'T TOUCH MY CARD, WOMAN! LEAVE MY DAMN CARD ALONE!
Me: Jeez.
Don't drop the dummy. Sorry, I was just showing you what to do.
MT: Leave my card alone!
Me: You need to put it in further, or else it won't work. And we'll be here forever, and you won't bugger off like I so want you to.
MT: (sulkily does what I said) You don't have any antifreeze, and your air pump is broken. Why don't you have a sign up if it's broken? You people are useless.
Me: (gritting teeth) Here's your receipt.
Finally, Mr Troll leaves to annoy someone else. I hate him, and so does everyone else. He hates women, but always picks a female cashier to go to, just cuz he's an arsehole.
I feel sorry for anyone he works with or lives with who has to put up with him on a regular basis. -.-
Today, I was the one cursed with his presence. -.-
MT: Mr Troll
Me: Me
Italics: My thoughts, not said out loud
MT: Why did you leave it so long to turn the pump on?
Me: Cuz I hate your guts. Sorry, we're a bit rushed today.
MT: That's no excuse.
(MT puts his card in the machine, but not far enough in)
Me (puts out hand to show MT what to do, as in, a hand movement NOWHERE near his card) You need to push it further in.
MT: (whips his card out of the machine so fast it flies on to the floor.) DON'T TOUCH MY CARD, WOMAN! LEAVE MY DAMN CARD ALONE!
Me: Jeez.
Don't drop the dummy. Sorry, I was just showing you what to do.MT: Leave my card alone!
Me: You need to put it in further, or else it won't work. And we'll be here forever, and you won't bugger off like I so want you to.
MT: (sulkily does what I said) You don't have any antifreeze, and your air pump is broken. Why don't you have a sign up if it's broken? You people are useless.
Me: (gritting teeth) Here's your receipt.
Finally, Mr Troll leaves to annoy someone else. I hate him, and so does everyone else. He hates women, but always picks a female cashier to go to, just cuz he's an arsehole.
I feel sorry for anyone he works with or lives with who has to put up with him on a regular basis. -.-



OOOOOh, burn! (And I came thisclose to having oatmeal on my monitor.)
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