We finally have pay at the pump installed. However, far from making our lives easier, it in fact has made our lives ten times more difficult due to the fact that, before customers can pump their fuel, they need to do the following:
1. Decide whether they want to pay at the pump or pay at the shop.
2. Press the button corresponding to that choice.
We are constantly having to use the tannoy to tell customers to press the damn button. Most are alright about this, but the odd one throws a tantrum, like this SC.
She was told by two colleagues to choose an option, but for some reason, could not comprehend what she was being told and decided to remain at the pump, waving her arms like a deranged windmill and gesticulating angrily at us. Eventually, she slammed the nozzle back on the pump and charged inside the shop, screaming and swearing at us for not turning the pump on. In vain did we try to explain to the SC that all she had to do was make her choice and press the button. She would not listen, ranting and shrieking in a tantrum that would make a toddler blush. She finished her tantrum with a shrieked promise that she was never coming back and stormed out the door.
Now, this is the funny part. The SC had planned to drive out the petrol station, no doubt with a squeal of tires to fully emphasise how disgusted and annoyed she was with us, but while she was inside the shop throwing her tantrum, a lorry had taken up residence on the pump in front of her car, effectively blocking her in. So she ended up having to wait twenty minutes before making her dramatic exit.
1. Decide whether they want to pay at the pump or pay at the shop.
2. Press the button corresponding to that choice.
We are constantly having to use the tannoy to tell customers to press the damn button. Most are alright about this, but the odd one throws a tantrum, like this SC.
She was told by two colleagues to choose an option, but for some reason, could not comprehend what she was being told and decided to remain at the pump, waving her arms like a deranged windmill and gesticulating angrily at us. Eventually, she slammed the nozzle back on the pump and charged inside the shop, screaming and swearing at us for not turning the pump on. In vain did we try to explain to the SC that all she had to do was make her choice and press the button. She would not listen, ranting and shrieking in a tantrum that would make a toddler blush. She finished her tantrum with a shrieked promise that she was never coming back and stormed out the door.
Now, this is the funny part. The SC had planned to drive out the petrol station, no doubt with a squeal of tires to fully emphasise how disgusted and annoyed she was with us, but while she was inside the shop throwing her tantrum, a lorry had taken up residence on the pump in front of her car, effectively blocking her in. So she ended up having to wait twenty minutes before making her dramatic exit.

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