Tonight, I had a trifecta of Old Bogeys!!
Old Guy #1
Guy comes up to the register. I do the business, and just as the transaction is done, he starts to chew me out.
Every fucking time I go to you, you give me plastic. I don't want plastic. You never ask me if I want plastic or not you fucking bitch.
My response:
Calling me a Bitch just earned you a one way ticket to get out. So, get the "park" out of my store before I have Mall Security escort you off the property.
He takes about 5 minutes to "shuffle" out of the place.
Old Guy #2
So i'm cleaning up magazines when another old guy comes up and asks if we have Vanity Fair. I say no, that we're all sold out of them.
"Well, I can't find it anyway. You guys don't have them alphabetized and I refuse to figure out if you have it or not."
Not 15 minutes later, he asks one of my co-workers if we have Vanity Fair. *facepalm*
Old Guy #3
I'm assuming this guy was a tourist, because all he could do was complain about the number of coins in his pocket. And how he couldn't lug them around, and needed to get rid of them and the banks weren't open (Mind you, it was around 8PM....)
I resisted the urge to send him to the Coinstar machine at a supermarket 5 blocks away.
Old Guy #1
Guy comes up to the register. I do the business, and just as the transaction is done, he starts to chew me out.
Every fucking time I go to you, you give me plastic. I don't want plastic. You never ask me if I want plastic or not you fucking bitch.
My response:
Calling me a Bitch just earned you a one way ticket to get out. So, get the "park" out of my store before I have Mall Security escort you off the property.
He takes about 5 minutes to "shuffle" out of the place.
Old Guy #2
So i'm cleaning up magazines when another old guy comes up and asks if we have Vanity Fair. I say no, that we're all sold out of them.
"Well, I can't find it anyway. You guys don't have them alphabetized and I refuse to figure out if you have it or not."
Not 15 minutes later, he asks one of my co-workers if we have Vanity Fair. *facepalm*
Old Guy #3
I'm assuming this guy was a tourist, because all he could do was complain about the number of coins in his pocket. And how he couldn't lug them around, and needed to get rid of them and the banks weren't open (Mind you, it was around 8PM....)
I resisted the urge to send him to the Coinstar machine at a supermarket 5 blocks away.

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