To the bitch that came to full serve today:
Hey, how are you? Feeling good? Feeling good about giving me a fake 20? You knew it was fake, you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew that if you gave me a fake 20 and 2 toonies and a loonie that I wouldn't notice that the bill was bad- and it was a horrible counterfeit- because it would take a few seconds for me to unroll the folded bill and try and see the ghost face that wasn't there. You knew because I chased after you. You knew because you flew out the lot and made a wild right with no signal.
I wonder how you would feel if you knew that I had to pay for the 20. That's right, a slighty above min wage gas attendat, who can't even afford his own place, had to pay for your gas, and you knew the money was fake. Maybe you are a waitress, and it was left on the table, and you knew that you would have to pay for that. But if that was true, why would you pass it on to another? If you couden't afford to pay for the fake, what makes you think I could?
Maybe you thought you were getting back at the "big bad oil companies", by stealing thier gas. Haha! Take that Big Oil! Well guess what? You know how much my station makes on gas? How much of a percentage? Zero. Nil. Not a penny. But the way the system is setup, all the sales we have for gas are stored on the computers. At the end of every day, Big Oil takes out the gas sales. They don't care about drive aways, counterfeits, nothing. They take the money. So it is my job to makes sure the money is there. That also means that when you handed me that fake 20, that you knew was fake, you did nothing but rob my pocket.
On a plus though, for me, not you, I have your plate. Our new fancy cameras can zoom in on your car, and I have your plate. Now, the police don't care. They arn't oing to hunt you down for 20 bucks. But I have your plate. I'm not going to damage your far, that will not give me any satisfaction. I just want my money.
So if you EVER dare to show your face at my station again, I have full permission to ask for my money back. And if you refuse, or claim to know know what I am talking about, I am going to tell you to get your skinny pasty ass the goddamned hell out of my station, and I will not use as nice language.
P.S. To the weido's who sat in a short school bus and then a big F350, and taped my gas station for most of they day until the Territory Manager caught you and kicked your ass out, I only have one question: What the hell were you video taping ANYWAY?
Hey, how are you? Feeling good? Feeling good about giving me a fake 20? You knew it was fake, you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew that if you gave me a fake 20 and 2 toonies and a loonie that I wouldn't notice that the bill was bad- and it was a horrible counterfeit- because it would take a few seconds for me to unroll the folded bill and try and see the ghost face that wasn't there. You knew because I chased after you. You knew because you flew out the lot and made a wild right with no signal.
I wonder how you would feel if you knew that I had to pay for the 20. That's right, a slighty above min wage gas attendat, who can't even afford his own place, had to pay for your gas, and you knew the money was fake. Maybe you are a waitress, and it was left on the table, and you knew that you would have to pay for that. But if that was true, why would you pass it on to another? If you couden't afford to pay for the fake, what makes you think I could?
Maybe you thought you were getting back at the "big bad oil companies", by stealing thier gas. Haha! Take that Big Oil! Well guess what? You know how much my station makes on gas? How much of a percentage? Zero. Nil. Not a penny. But the way the system is setup, all the sales we have for gas are stored on the computers. At the end of every day, Big Oil takes out the gas sales. They don't care about drive aways, counterfeits, nothing. They take the money. So it is my job to makes sure the money is there. That also means that when you handed me that fake 20, that you knew was fake, you did nothing but rob my pocket.
On a plus though, for me, not you, I have your plate. Our new fancy cameras can zoom in on your car, and I have your plate. Now, the police don't care. They arn't oing to hunt you down for 20 bucks. But I have your plate. I'm not going to damage your far, that will not give me any satisfaction. I just want my money.
So if you EVER dare to show your face at my station again, I have full permission to ask for my money back. And if you refuse, or claim to know know what I am talking about, I am going to tell you to get your skinny pasty ass the goddamned hell out of my station, and I will not use as nice language.
P.S. To the weido's who sat in a short school bus and then a big F350, and taped my gas station for most of they day until the Territory Manager caught you and kicked your ass out, I only have one question: What the hell were you video taping ANYWAY?
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