Sorry I'm late with this one. My girlfriend and I spend a good chunk of today razing the bamboo forest in the backyard. (Well, it seemed like it, anyway; at least all the stalks weren't any thicker than 3/4" or we'd have been in serious trouble.)
Barely started my shift last night and I had to run someone out. This guy was very spaced out. He apparently had tried to use the ATM and ended up getting an error message on his receipt. When he asked Ri and me what the message meant (I couldn't see it all that well, but it looked like 'card type ineligible'), we explained that if his card was a regular debit card with either the Visa or MasterCard logo on it, he'd have to talk to his bank. He stared at us like we'd answered him in Tagalog, then stared at his receipt, then stared at us again. Repeat for fifteen seconds.
I don't like having to eject people when they're shellshocked like that, but I didn't have a choice. I wrapped an arm over his chest and literally dragged him out, apologizing to him once we stepped outside.
Now, the reaction I'm used to getting to having to resort to physically dragging someone out of the building is either a shouting match or them taking a swing at me. But this?...
SC: You didn't have to put your hands on me.
Me: I didn't have a choice. We were asking you to leave and you just stood there.
SC: Man, you didn't have to do that.
Me: Dude, you'd have done the same thing in my shoes. I do what I have to.
SC: But this is the first time in fourteen fucking years my card didn't work.
Me: Let me see the card?
He pulls his ATM card out and holds it up for me to look at. Yep, it's what would normally be an acceptable debit card, but it's from a bank we've been having problems with.
Me: That explains it. We've been having problems with ThatBank every so often. There's a BlockAwayBank right over there; try the card there and see if it works.
SC: But man, I'd never fuck over my own people like that.
This is the point where I noticed his eyes were welling with tears.
Me: ...uh...
SC: I'd never do that to my own fucking people, man. Brown pride, man.
Me: I know. That's actually an honorable mentality nowadays. But sometimes it's the bank that does that to us. What I'd do is head to BlockAwayBank and try the card, and talk to ThatBank in the morning to find out what the problem with the card was.
SC: Alright.
He shakes my hand and walks off. I relay the conversation to Ri whose WTF expression just said it all. I ended up agreeing with him, mainly due to the fact that that was the first time I've ever seen anyone start to cry when I give them the post-ejection conversation.
Barely started my shift last night and I had to run someone out. This guy was very spaced out. He apparently had tried to use the ATM and ended up getting an error message on his receipt. When he asked Ri and me what the message meant (I couldn't see it all that well, but it looked like 'card type ineligible'), we explained that if his card was a regular debit card with either the Visa or MasterCard logo on it, he'd have to talk to his bank. He stared at us like we'd answered him in Tagalog, then stared at his receipt, then stared at us again. Repeat for fifteen seconds.
I don't like having to eject people when they're shellshocked like that, but I didn't have a choice. I wrapped an arm over his chest and literally dragged him out, apologizing to him once we stepped outside.
Now, the reaction I'm used to getting to having to resort to physically dragging someone out of the building is either a shouting match or them taking a swing at me. But this?...
SC: You didn't have to put your hands on me.
Me: I didn't have a choice. We were asking you to leave and you just stood there.
SC: Man, you didn't have to do that.
Me: Dude, you'd have done the same thing in my shoes. I do what I have to.
SC: But this is the first time in fourteen fucking years my card didn't work.
Me: Let me see the card?
He pulls his ATM card out and holds it up for me to look at. Yep, it's what would normally be an acceptable debit card, but it's from a bank we've been having problems with.
Me: That explains it. We've been having problems with ThatBank every so often. There's a BlockAwayBank right over there; try the card there and see if it works.
SC: But man, I'd never fuck over my own people like that.
This is the point where I noticed his eyes were welling with tears.
Me: ...uh...
SC: I'd never do that to my own fucking people, man. Brown pride, man.
Me: I know. That's actually an honorable mentality nowadays. But sometimes it's the bank that does that to us. What I'd do is head to BlockAwayBank and try the card, and talk to ThatBank in the morning to find out what the problem with the card was.
SC: Alright.
He shakes my hand and walks off. I relay the conversation to Ri whose WTF expression just said it all. I ended up agreeing with him, mainly due to the fact that that was the first time I've ever seen anyone start to cry when I give them the post-ejection conversation.
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