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So, no real big suck here, just random observations from the past couple of days. It's been bitterly cold, like fuckin'-cold-below-zero, and yet, the people are coming in droves to the c-store. Go figure.
Great observation!
The first thing everyone, without fail, says when coming in the door is, "Wow it's out there!" or some variation of it. Wow. I would never have guessed. Tell me something I don't know, please! Hey, at least some people managed to say "Hey it's warming up, it's only 5 below zero now! Wow!" instead of straight-up bitching!
No Touchy The Signs!
Yesterday, a guy was waiting for his pizza to be done, and leaning against the end of the counter was a box of signage that the manager had left at the end of her shift. Whether it was old signage needing tossed, or new that she hadn't gotten to, I don't know. Customer wanders over, looks inside the box, thumbs through it, and asks me what the deal is. I politely explain that I'm not sure, give him a "back off" look, and watch him like a bug under a microscope. Eventually, he walks away.
No, I Was Kidding.
At the end of last night's shift, two gentlemen, let's call them Drunk Jackass 1 (DJ1) and Drunk Jackass 2 (DJ2) come up to my counter. DJ1 has a six pack of beer, so I ask for ID. I can tell he's had a few, but not enough for me to be able to refused sale on that basis alone. He proceeds to "Are you kidding?" and huff and groan as he shows me his ID. Looking back, I should've said "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you must not want this beer so badly if you're making such a big deal of it. I'll just put it back for you, mmkay?" Instead, I took his ID, saw he was old enough, finished the transaction, and sent him on his way. DJ2 has some snacks and a drink or something, and I ring him up, take his card, and swipe it. Card goes through, and DJ2 stands there forever, staring and eating his beef sticks. DJ1 comes back in and asks what's taking so long, DJ2 says he's waiting for his card to go through. I tell him it went through a long time ago, apologize for not giving him a receipt, hand it to him, and he leaves. All this at less than 5 minutes until closing. Just shoot me.
I'll Get Right On That.
Tonight, I had a number of people coming in saying how our gas prices are lower than the surrounding downs, wanting to know why that was. None of them know how tempted I was to say, "I'm sorry sir/ma'am, I'll be sure to let my manager know gas prices are too low for you. I'm sure someone will be more than willing to take care of that."
Ramblin' Man
I had a rambler tonight, gawd help me. He went on and on about how his card wouldn't work at another c-store, how the pump wouldn't clear, the clerk was outside with no coat or hat to help him, etc, etc, on and on and fucking ON. Creeper of a guy, too, full bushy beard, dirty unwashed look, ugh. Times like that, I wish I could just tell the guy to stfu and gtfo!
That's about all I can think of for now. Kind of a lame post, I know, but I thought I'd share my annoyances with everyone. I'm sure someone here can sympathize with me!
Great observation!
The first thing everyone, without fail, says when coming in the door is, "Wow it's out there!" or some variation of it. Wow. I would never have guessed. Tell me something I don't know, please! Hey, at least some people managed to say "Hey it's warming up, it's only 5 below zero now! Wow!" instead of straight-up bitching!
No Touchy The Signs!
Yesterday, a guy was waiting for his pizza to be done, and leaning against the end of the counter was a box of signage that the manager had left at the end of her shift. Whether it was old signage needing tossed, or new that she hadn't gotten to, I don't know. Customer wanders over, looks inside the box, thumbs through it, and asks me what the deal is. I politely explain that I'm not sure, give him a "back off" look, and watch him like a bug under a microscope. Eventually, he walks away.
No, I Was Kidding.
At the end of last night's shift, two gentlemen, let's call them Drunk Jackass 1 (DJ1) and Drunk Jackass 2 (DJ2) come up to my counter. DJ1 has a six pack of beer, so I ask for ID. I can tell he's had a few, but not enough for me to be able to refused sale on that basis alone. He proceeds to "Are you kidding?" and huff and groan as he shows me his ID. Looking back, I should've said "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you must not want this beer so badly if you're making such a big deal of it. I'll just put it back for you, mmkay?" Instead, I took his ID, saw he was old enough, finished the transaction, and sent him on his way. DJ2 has some snacks and a drink or something, and I ring him up, take his card, and swipe it. Card goes through, and DJ2 stands there forever, staring and eating his beef sticks. DJ1 comes back in and asks what's taking so long, DJ2 says he's waiting for his card to go through. I tell him it went through a long time ago, apologize for not giving him a receipt, hand it to him, and he leaves. All this at less than 5 minutes until closing. Just shoot me.
I'll Get Right On That.
Tonight, I had a number of people coming in saying how our gas prices are lower than the surrounding downs, wanting to know why that was. None of them know how tempted I was to say, "I'm sorry sir/ma'am, I'll be sure to let my manager know gas prices are too low for you. I'm sure someone will be more than willing to take care of that."
Ramblin' Man
I had a rambler tonight, gawd help me. He went on and on about how his card wouldn't work at another c-store, how the pump wouldn't clear, the clerk was outside with no coat or hat to help him, etc, etc, on and on and fucking ON. Creeper of a guy, too, full bushy beard, dirty unwashed look, ugh. Times like that, I wish I could just tell the guy to stfu and gtfo!
That's about all I can think of for now. Kind of a lame post, I know, but I thought I'd share my annoyances with everyone. I'm sure someone here can sympathize with me!
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