I gave 15 dollars in change to a man. Two fives and five ones (as I had no more fives).
SC: Are you gonna be giving me all those ones?
Me: It's just five.
At this point he does something strange. He put out his fingers like a gun and "shoots" me with it. Complete with the "pshewww" noise from his face. He's like fifty years old.
Me: Count your blessings. I've given 98 dollars in ones.
SC: Like some kind of revenge?
Me: Something like that. Ones were what I had.
SC: You could have gotten other change.
Me: I could have told him to get out.
I consider that a bodily threat. What do you guys think?
SC: I need smaller money.
Trainee: Um...I don't have enough to give you change.
SC's Husband: What about a different register.
Me: I'm sorry but we don't keep 90-something dollars extra in the register just to break bills.
SC: ....oh. Hmmf.
I'm still constantly befuddled as to why anyone would think that a gas station could break their 100 dollar bill.
I shouldn't be surprised when people wish bad things upon me but I usually AM surprised when they say such things to my face.
SC: HAHA, Good luck doing the TRASH in the RAIN. You're gonna get SOAKED.
Me: ...well considering I already did the trash before it started raining, I'm going to remain inside the building for the rest of the night.
SC: ...oh. WELL LUCKY YOU.
And then they get pissy. *shrug*
For a little while we didn't have [free thing]. A man would come in every day and harass us asking if we had them in yet and he would get very insulting, demanding and mean. When we finally did get them in...
SC: DO YOU HAVE THEM IN YET?!
CW: Oh, the [free thing]? Yeah. *scans it in*
SC: I DON'T WANT ONE.
CW: Well too late, you got one now. *shoves it in the bag with his stuff*
I swear that girl (my CW) is just gonna levitate over the counter one day and swallow someone whole.
Tell me how I'm gon' breathe with no air...
SC: Can you turn on the air for me?
Me: Sure, as soon as I can get someone to come up here and the line is taken care of.
SC: You can't just hit the button?
Me: It's a remote control.
SC: Yeah, just hit it.
Me: Would your TV turn on if you tried the remote from another room?
SC: ...no.
Me: Exactly.
"Sir."
I got my hair cut because it's really stinkin' hot and I hate my hair. Makes sense. Got a little faux-hawk type thing. I'm 5' tall, I have the tiniest stature you'll ever see, slender legs and wrists and TINY hands. Not only that but my voice is distinctly feminine and one look at my face and you can tell IMMEDIATELY that I am a girl.
Well. Why do I say this? Because a customer called me "Sir." Not only did he call me "sir" but he never rescinded it or apologized for mistaking my gender. I'm so obviously NOT A MAN that it hurts. (in high school, you wouldn't be able to tell, now it's a no-brainer) And he wasn't blind or deaf.
Oh the Rocketing Prices. Oh the Humanity.
Call comes over the PA system.
Me: How can I help you?
SC: IT DIDN'T WORK.
Me: What didn't work, sir?
SC: THE DISCOUNT, IT'S STILL X.XX!!!!
Me: Sir. The price of gas is X.YY.
SC: ........oh.
Yes that's right. You're thinking of what the price was YESTERDAY. Surprise.
Got a prank call from a kid that sounded 7 or 8.
Me: *spiel*
Caller: *garble garble*
Me: I'm sorry I can't understand you.
Caller: *takes the phone away from his mouth* Hi. This is John from Gamestop.
Me: This is John from Gamestop?
Caller: Yes.
Me: Okay, what can I do for you, John from Gamestop?
Caller: I need a *something about a car and a mario action figure*
Me: And how am I supposed to get this to you, John from Gamestop?
Caller: Ummmm...who is this?
Me: Gaki from [store on road in city]
Caller: ...oh...um...I'm sorry.
There were giggles in the background and they hung up. I got a prank caller to apologize... This is my life.
SC: Are you gonna be giving me all those ones?
Me: It's just five.
At this point he does something strange. He put out his fingers like a gun and "shoots" me with it. Complete with the "pshewww" noise from his face. He's like fifty years old.
Me: Count your blessings. I've given 98 dollars in ones.
SC: Like some kind of revenge?
Me: Something like that. Ones were what I had.
SC: You could have gotten other change.
Me: I could have told him to get out.
I consider that a bodily threat. What do you guys think?
SC: I need smaller money.
Trainee: Um...I don't have enough to give you change.
SC's Husband: What about a different register.
Me: I'm sorry but we don't keep 90-something dollars extra in the register just to break bills.
SC: ....oh. Hmmf.
I'm still constantly befuddled as to why anyone would think that a gas station could break their 100 dollar bill.
I shouldn't be surprised when people wish bad things upon me but I usually AM surprised when they say such things to my face.
SC: HAHA, Good luck doing the TRASH in the RAIN. You're gonna get SOAKED.
Me: ...well considering I already did the trash before it started raining, I'm going to remain inside the building for the rest of the night.
SC: ...oh. WELL LUCKY YOU.
And then they get pissy. *shrug*
For a little while we didn't have [free thing]. A man would come in every day and harass us asking if we had them in yet and he would get very insulting, demanding and mean. When we finally did get them in...
SC: DO YOU HAVE THEM IN YET?!
CW: Oh, the [free thing]? Yeah. *scans it in*
SC: I DON'T WANT ONE.
CW: Well too late, you got one now. *shoves it in the bag with his stuff*
I swear that girl (my CW) is just gonna levitate over the counter one day and swallow someone whole.
Tell me how I'm gon' breathe with no air...
SC: Can you turn on the air for me?
Me: Sure, as soon as I can get someone to come up here and the line is taken care of.
SC: You can't just hit the button?
Me: It's a remote control.
SC: Yeah, just hit it.
Me: Would your TV turn on if you tried the remote from another room?
SC: ...no.
Me: Exactly.
"Sir."
I got my hair cut because it's really stinkin' hot and I hate my hair. Makes sense. Got a little faux-hawk type thing. I'm 5' tall, I have the tiniest stature you'll ever see, slender legs and wrists and TINY hands. Not only that but my voice is distinctly feminine and one look at my face and you can tell IMMEDIATELY that I am a girl.
Well. Why do I say this? Because a customer called me "Sir." Not only did he call me "sir" but he never rescinded it or apologized for mistaking my gender. I'm so obviously NOT A MAN that it hurts. (in high school, you wouldn't be able to tell, now it's a no-brainer) And he wasn't blind or deaf.
Oh the Rocketing Prices. Oh the Humanity.
Call comes over the PA system.
Me: How can I help you?
SC: IT DIDN'T WORK.
Me: What didn't work, sir?
SC: THE DISCOUNT, IT'S STILL X.XX!!!!
Me: Sir. The price of gas is X.YY.
SC: ........oh.
Yes that's right. You're thinking of what the price was YESTERDAY. Surprise.
Got a prank call from a kid that sounded 7 or 8.
Me: *spiel*
Caller: *garble garble*
Me: I'm sorry I can't understand you.
Caller: *takes the phone away from his mouth* Hi. This is John from Gamestop.
Me: This is John from Gamestop?
Caller: Yes.
Me: Okay, what can I do for you, John from Gamestop?
Caller: I need a *something about a car and a mario action figure*
Me: And how am I supposed to get this to you, John from Gamestop?
Caller: Ummmm...who is this?
Me: Gaki from [store on road in city]
Caller: ...oh...um...I'm sorry.
There were giggles in the background and they hung up. I got a prank caller to apologize... This is my life.
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