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Figured I'll give a shot at tossing up one of my more amusing memories from when I worked as an over night.
Now my convenience store was in a small city. Most, I'd say 90%, of my customers were regulars. Even the 3am people. However every now and then you'd get the weird drunk guys who'd come in from the bar across the street. Nothing surly though, they usually stumbled around. Grabbed random snacks, then threw their money on the counter for me to count because they were having trouble figuring out which bill was which.
However one particular one comes to mind as being worthy of here.
It's just after midnight when this guy in his mid tweties comes into the store. He does the usual drunken rounds, grabs a tin of Pringles, a bag of chips, an some candy bars. He then comes up to pay. After a few minutes of trying to input his pin number and failing he tosses me the hand held and barks his pin at me
Apparently the numbers are too damn hard to read on this thing. So I ask if he's sure about this and he grumbles to just do it. He then grabs his snacks and goes over to the little greyhoud bus bench we have in the store to consume his goodies.
Here's where the fun really starts.
About five minutes later I hear alot of crunching sounds coming from the bench. I look over and the guy is flipping out, throwing the chips around. Crunching them in his fist, and generally looking like he's trying to pick a fight with his reflection in the window. I call over the counter to ask if he's alright, He turns and glares at me a second, then runs over to the chip rack, grabs two of the big bags of Tostitos and yells 'I'm F$%#ING TAKING THESE AND DON'T TRY TO STOP ME!!!' then runs out of the store.
I call up my manager, who tells me to call the cops. As I'm looking for the phone book to get the number I find out he left his bank card on my counter. So his name in hand I grab the phone book and call the cops. About ten minutes later the cops show up, as does a rather angry and tired older guy. The cop informs me that its my criminals father and that they've had problems with the kid in the past. So we talk for a few minutes and they get me to recap the whole story. As I'm finishing up another guy comes into the store and flags over the cop. He tells the cop there's a guy up at a nearby intersection with his pants down tauting traffic.
Me, the cop, and the guys father all look at each other for a moment. The cop sighs and goes to his car. Meanwhile the guys dad goes to grab a few things in store. When he comes up to the counter he takes out his sons card that I'd handed him during the recap. He then appologizes for his sons erratic behavior and tells me to get myself some snacks as well for the remainder of my shift. As he put it 'My good for nothing son can make amends for this since he was stupid enough to tell you his pin' and gets me to put in the pin on his son's card.
So yeah I wrapped up my night eating chocolate bars, drinking pop, and laughing until morning.
Also sorry if the story's kinda poorly written, i'm used to retelling it vocally.
Now my convenience store was in a small city. Most, I'd say 90%, of my customers were regulars. Even the 3am people. However every now and then you'd get the weird drunk guys who'd come in from the bar across the street. Nothing surly though, they usually stumbled around. Grabbed random snacks, then threw their money on the counter for me to count because they were having trouble figuring out which bill was which.
However one particular one comes to mind as being worthy of here.
It's just after midnight when this guy in his mid tweties comes into the store. He does the usual drunken rounds, grabs a tin of Pringles, a bag of chips, an some candy bars. He then comes up to pay. After a few minutes of trying to input his pin number and failing he tosses me the hand held and barks his pin at me
Apparently the numbers are too damn hard to read on this thing. So I ask if he's sure about this and he grumbles to just do it. He then grabs his snacks and goes over to the little greyhoud bus bench we have in the store to consume his goodies.Here's where the fun really starts.
About five minutes later I hear alot of crunching sounds coming from the bench. I look over and the guy is flipping out, throwing the chips around. Crunching them in his fist, and generally looking like he's trying to pick a fight with his reflection in the window. I call over the counter to ask if he's alright, He turns and glares at me a second, then runs over to the chip rack, grabs two of the big bags of Tostitos and yells 'I'm F$%#ING TAKING THESE AND DON'T TRY TO STOP ME!!!' then runs out of the store.
I call up my manager, who tells me to call the cops. As I'm looking for the phone book to get the number I find out he left his bank card on my counter. So his name in hand I grab the phone book and call the cops. About ten minutes later the cops show up, as does a rather angry and tired older guy. The cop informs me that its my criminals father and that they've had problems with the kid in the past. So we talk for a few minutes and they get me to recap the whole story. As I'm finishing up another guy comes into the store and flags over the cop. He tells the cop there's a guy up at a nearby intersection with his pants down tauting traffic.
Me, the cop, and the guys father all look at each other for a moment. The cop sighs and goes to his car. Meanwhile the guys dad goes to grab a few things in store. When he comes up to the counter he takes out his sons card that I'd handed him during the recap. He then appologizes for his sons erratic behavior and tells me to get myself some snacks as well for the remainder of my shift. As he put it 'My good for nothing son can make amends for this since he was stupid enough to tell you his pin' and gets me to put in the pin on his son's card.
So yeah I wrapped up my night eating chocolate bars, drinking pop, and laughing until morning.
Also sorry if the story's kinda poorly written, i'm used to retelling it vocally.
The guy didn't have any disorders or such. His dad told me that when him, the cop, and I were talking before the guy came running in to tell us buddy was up the street mooning traffic. His son was just a moron who would get completely wasted and go do stupid things. As Cutenoob put it, alcohol was his 'stupid trigger'.
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