As I have said many times before, we have to follow trading laws at the petrol station. That means, no-one gets in before we open or after we close. The end. Finite. However, there's always at least one SC who thinks that the laws shouldn't apply to them. 
Like this one, named from now on with the name Precious, cuz that's how she was acting. This was the end of a typical late shift. My colleague Lisa was inside cashing up the last till, I was outside locking up the pumps. It was nearly ten minutes past closing time, nearly time for us to leave. As I locked the last time, a voice hailed me.
"Hey! You! I need to get petrol!"
I turned round to see Precious walking up to me, petrol can in hand. I started to say, "Sorry, but we're closed", but Precious talked right over me. "My car's run out of petrol," she said, imperiously. "I need to fill this can up."
I repeated what I had tried to say earlier. Precious looked at me with amazement. "But this is an emergency!"
"I'm sorry, but it's ten minutes after closing time," I replied. "We can't serve anyone now. The nearest petrol station is just five minutes walk down the road."
Precious snapped, "What? You're making me walk down that road, at this time of night?"
Well, yes. I myself am going to be walking down that same road soon in order to get to my home. It's well lit and is not dangerous in the slightest. You'd think that I was ordering her to walk down a dark alleyway with muggers lurking in every corner.
At this point, I figured that there was no point in continuing to talk to Precious, so I walked away from her and went back inside to tell Lisa, who thought that Precious was mental.
We walked over to the store with Precious standing there, glaring at us resentfully. Afterwards, when we left to go home, she was still there, but obviously didn't recognise us wearing street clothes as she made no effort to accost us. I wonder if Precious spent the entire night just standing there...

Like this one, named from now on with the name Precious, cuz that's how she was acting. This was the end of a typical late shift. My colleague Lisa was inside cashing up the last till, I was outside locking up the pumps. It was nearly ten minutes past closing time, nearly time for us to leave. As I locked the last time, a voice hailed me.
"Hey! You! I need to get petrol!"
I turned round to see Precious walking up to me, petrol can in hand. I started to say, "Sorry, but we're closed", but Precious talked right over me. "My car's run out of petrol," she said, imperiously. "I need to fill this can up."
I repeated what I had tried to say earlier. Precious looked at me with amazement. "But this is an emergency!"
"I'm sorry, but it's ten minutes after closing time," I replied. "We can't serve anyone now. The nearest petrol station is just five minutes walk down the road."
Precious snapped, "What? You're making me walk down that road, at this time of night?"
Well, yes. I myself am going to be walking down that same road soon in order to get to my home. It's well lit and is not dangerous in the slightest. You'd think that I was ordering her to walk down a dark alleyway with muggers lurking in every corner.

We walked over to the store with Precious standing there, glaring at us resentfully. Afterwards, when we left to go home, she was still there, but obviously didn't recognise us wearing street clothes as she made no effort to accost us. I wonder if Precious spent the entire night just standing there...
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