Here is another wonderfully fun story of my night shift at the store.
CWI: Customer without I.D.
SC: Idiot
ME: um, ... me
ME: Hi!*Big smile*
SWI: Pack of camel menthols.
ME: sure, can I see your i.d.?
SWI:.... I don't have it with me.
ME: i'm sorry I can't sell to you.
CWI: seriously?
ME: seriously.
CWI: But, I am ALWAYS HERE, every body knows me.
ME: Well, I'm new, and I don't know you, so if i don't see your i.d. I can't sell to you.
CWI: *under breathe but still extremely loud* bullsh*t
The next customer in line comes to the register and turns to CWI.
SC: What kind?
CWI: camel menthols.
ME: I can't sell them to YOU for HIM either.
SC: But I have an ID, (she was like 45) do you want to see it?
ME: No. But I still can't sell to you for him, he doesn't have an I.D. and I can't do it, the store as well as myself could be fined or given jail time and I really don't feel like going to jail.
SC: Well, It's not like i'm trying to buy him CRACK!
ME: well, I wouldn't be able to sell you that either.
SC: *silence*
ME: *silence back* blank stare
SC: Fine......... I need a pack of Marlboro lights.
ME: Sorry, I don't know that you aren't buying them for a minor now that I have witnessed this. I can't sell you anything that is prohibited for anyone under 18.
SC: *WTF look* I can't believe this.
ME: sorry. *on the inside (hahahahahahaha, dummy)* *shrugs shoulders.*
SC *walks out very unhappy*
Hey if they would like to pay me a couple hundred dollars every week when I get fired, I would gladly sell them cigarettes, but I highly doubt that will happen.
CWI: Customer without I.D.
SC: Idiot
ME: um, ... me
ME: Hi!*Big smile*
SWI: Pack of camel menthols.
ME: sure, can I see your i.d.?
SWI:.... I don't have it with me.
ME: i'm sorry I can't sell to you.
CWI: seriously?
ME: seriously.
CWI: But, I am ALWAYS HERE, every body knows me.
ME: Well, I'm new, and I don't know you, so if i don't see your i.d. I can't sell to you.
CWI: *under breathe but still extremely loud* bullsh*t
The next customer in line comes to the register and turns to CWI.
SC: What kind?
CWI: camel menthols.
ME: I can't sell them to YOU for HIM either.
SC: But I have an ID, (she was like 45) do you want to see it?
ME: No. But I still can't sell to you for him, he doesn't have an I.D. and I can't do it, the store as well as myself could be fined or given jail time and I really don't feel like going to jail.
SC: Well, It's not like i'm trying to buy him CRACK!
ME: well, I wouldn't be able to sell you that either.
SC: *silence*
ME: *silence back* blank stare
SC: Fine......... I need a pack of Marlboro lights.
ME: Sorry, I don't know that you aren't buying them for a minor now that I have witnessed this. I can't sell you anything that is prohibited for anyone under 18.
SC: *WTF look* I can't believe this.
ME: sorry. *on the inside (hahahahahahaha, dummy)* *shrugs shoulders.*
SC *walks out very unhappy*
Hey if they would like to pay me a couple hundred dollars every week when I get fired, I would gladly sell them cigarettes, but I highly doubt that will happen.
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