Don't ask me stupid questions.
Customer: How come you don't have really awesome sales going?
Me: We have a bunch of sales, I'm not sure what you mean.
Customer: Like the one down by (Coffee Shop), that store has all the Snickers bars two for three dollars.
Me: ...uh...well, that would be because they're a different chain than we are.
After he left my CW told me that I had then given him a look that was very clearly a "why did you make us all dumber by asking that question" expression.
...
We have a bunch of people around town here who have special needs or are disabled in some way. We also have people who SEEM like they could have special needs but clearly aren't in any of the group homes, they're very independent but they cause us a lot of trouble sometimes.
One of our town alcoholics stuffed a six pack under his jacket and tried to walk out with it. He was stopped by our cashier and banned from the store (again.)
Another of our regular odd customers was trying to impress the girls that were hanging around by screaming at the top of his lungs "F__K [store]" over and over. He scared a few old biddies.
One of them constantly tries to use his cousin's ID to buy alcohol to take back to the halfway house where he lives.
One of them uses every bit of her foodstamps on redbull and takes forever to cash out because she's never sure how much left she has on it, leading to much confusion and headaches.
Another was banned for making extremely lewd comments to our third shifter and tried to get him to read the covers of the porn magazines outloud.
There's a guy who comes in with a guitarcase and fills it with porn.
...
And at last we have our rude old man who makes rude and snide comments about anything and everything and after he's shocked you with his rudeness will continuously SHOUT: "YOU'RE WELCOOOOOOOME" until you say "Thank you." Because I do NOT reward bad behavior, I simply do not say "Thank you" and will merely say "Yes, you're right, you're welcome." I then shake my head at him with that shit-eating little smirk until he leaves and all the other customers in the store marvel at how much of an asshole he was.
Ah yes.
Such is life in a small town gas station.
Customer: How come you don't have really awesome sales going?
Me: We have a bunch of sales, I'm not sure what you mean.
Customer: Like the one down by (Coffee Shop), that store has all the Snickers bars two for three dollars.
Me: ...uh...well, that would be because they're a different chain than we are.
After he left my CW told me that I had then given him a look that was very clearly a "why did you make us all dumber by asking that question" expression.
...
We have a bunch of people around town here who have special needs or are disabled in some way. We also have people who SEEM like they could have special needs but clearly aren't in any of the group homes, they're very independent but they cause us a lot of trouble sometimes.
One of our town alcoholics stuffed a six pack under his jacket and tried to walk out with it. He was stopped by our cashier and banned from the store (again.)
Another of our regular odd customers was trying to impress the girls that were hanging around by screaming at the top of his lungs "F__K [store]" over and over. He scared a few old biddies.
One of them constantly tries to use his cousin's ID to buy alcohol to take back to the halfway house where he lives.
One of them uses every bit of her foodstamps on redbull and takes forever to cash out because she's never sure how much left she has on it, leading to much confusion and headaches.
Another was banned for making extremely lewd comments to our third shifter and tried to get him to read the covers of the porn magazines outloud.
There's a guy who comes in with a guitarcase and fills it with porn.
...
And at last we have our rude old man who makes rude and snide comments about anything and everything and after he's shocked you with his rudeness will continuously SHOUT: "YOU'RE WELCOOOOOOOME" until you say "Thank you." Because I do NOT reward bad behavior, I simply do not say "Thank you" and will merely say "Yes, you're right, you're welcome." I then shake my head at him with that shit-eating little smirk until he leaves and all the other customers in the store marvel at how much of an asshole he was.
Ah yes.
Such is life in a small town gas station.
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