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I usually work the evening or night shift at a local gas station. The late night people generally know me, I never really have a problem and for the most part I can keep the beer and ciggies flowing into the hands of a the people that wander in with no problems.
Every so often though I will get thrown a curve ball, like when I'm asked to work early on a Sunday morning. These people are a whole different brand. Late night people = college students, high school students, a slew of crusty old men getting off the factory and wanting beer, and some late night moms getting snacks on food stamps. Early morning people = Large number of people getting coffee, cigarette's, and papers. And a whole hell of a lot of people who have nothing better to do then come in and kill half an hour at the store cause they have nothing to do at home. And food stamps. I get a lot of food stamps.
ANYWAY!
Sunday morning rolls around and I'm sitting at the counter reading through the local Sunday paper and occasionally checking someone out when this guy rolls his wheelchair through the side door. Ok, thats cool, we get handicapped people in here all the time, they're generally nice and ask for help when they need it. This guy was also mentally handicapped and had a bit of a speech problem. Again, not a problem. However this is the moment that he rolls over to the counter and see's, not a half asleep unshaved guy clerk, but a chipper awake and decidedly fresher girl clerk. Immediately he parks his wheelchair in front of the counter and takes over one side of it. He then spends over half an hour staring at me and eating from a bag of nuts he brought in. If I ask him if he wants anything he yells at me. If I ask how he's doing he gets mad that I interrupted his staring. Every so often he tries to get me to let him "borrow" one of the opened porn mags we keep behind the counter till they can be damaged out. And tops it off by telling me this story that goes like...
Guy- So there was this girl, and she was *checks out my chest* she was *pantomimes very large boobs* and I was there and I was, you know. And they we were, you know. And thats how it was!
Me- ...........o-O Thats how, what was?
G- The girl! She was, well she went....um
At this point he got mad that I couldn't understand him and started telling me I needed a hearing aid. (I refrained from telling his I HAVE one, so he has no excuse)
G- And we were in the car, and she was all, you know. And they one thing let to another.
Me-
oooohkay..so thats a good story. Um, I have to clean now so...
I walked around the counter to go get the broom to do some purely superficial cleaning when he grabbed my arm! Stopped me from going the 3 feet it would take me to get the broom and yells that he isn't done.
G- And then she started, *starts bobbing around pantomiming a rather enthusiastic blow job complete when some playing with himself on his part.
Me-
The top off to all of this was when he finished and I was left wondering how to best put "Get the FUCK out of the store" he announced that he wanted my phone number since I now know what he wants out of someone.
I haven't seen his since and we did call the assisted living complex he lived at to tell them what was up. I don't know if that was a sucky customer so much as a customer who didn't know any better, but the fact was he was rude, and rather mean, and pretty crass. And my boss still teases me about it...
Every so often though I will get thrown a curve ball, like when I'm asked to work early on a Sunday morning. These people are a whole different brand. Late night people = college students, high school students, a slew of crusty old men getting off the factory and wanting beer, and some late night moms getting snacks on food stamps. Early morning people = Large number of people getting coffee, cigarette's, and papers. And a whole hell of a lot of people who have nothing better to do then come in and kill half an hour at the store cause they have nothing to do at home. And food stamps. I get a lot of food stamps.
ANYWAY!
Sunday morning rolls around and I'm sitting at the counter reading through the local Sunday paper and occasionally checking someone out when this guy rolls his wheelchair through the side door. Ok, thats cool, we get handicapped people in here all the time, they're generally nice and ask for help when they need it. This guy was also mentally handicapped and had a bit of a speech problem. Again, not a problem. However this is the moment that he rolls over to the counter and see's, not a half asleep unshaved guy clerk, but a chipper awake and decidedly fresher girl clerk. Immediately he parks his wheelchair in front of the counter and takes over one side of it. He then spends over half an hour staring at me and eating from a bag of nuts he brought in. If I ask him if he wants anything he yells at me. If I ask how he's doing he gets mad that I interrupted his staring. Every so often he tries to get me to let him "borrow" one of the opened porn mags we keep behind the counter till they can be damaged out. And tops it off by telling me this story that goes like...
Guy- So there was this girl, and she was *checks out my chest* she was *pantomimes very large boobs* and I was there and I was, you know. And they we were, you know. And thats how it was!
Me- ...........o-O Thats how, what was?
G- The girl! She was, well she went....um
At this point he got mad that I couldn't understand him and started telling me I needed a hearing aid. (I refrained from telling his I HAVE one, so he has no excuse)
G- And we were in the car, and she was all, you know. And they one thing let to another.
Me-
oooohkay..so thats a good story. Um, I have to clean now so...I walked around the counter to go get the broom to do some purely superficial cleaning when he grabbed my arm! Stopped me from going the 3 feet it would take me to get the broom and yells that he isn't done.
G- And then she started, *starts bobbing around pantomiming a rather enthusiastic blow job complete when some playing with himself on his part.
Me-
The top off to all of this was when he finished and I was left wondering how to best put "Get the FUCK out of the store" he announced that he wanted my phone number since I now know what he wants out of someone.
I haven't seen his since and we did call the assisted living complex he lived at to tell them what was up. I don't know if that was a sucky customer so much as a customer who didn't know any better, but the fact was he was rude, and rather mean, and pretty crass. And my boss still teases me about it...
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