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It was a particulary boring day and it had been a long time since I had a SC, so fate took it upon itself to give me one but then karma fought back. So, anyway...
SC: Really evil old man
SC: Where's my money!?
I looked down and saw that he was holding a credit card receipt that said: Please proceed to nearest cage. Which means that he either ran his card as a credit card, exceeded his daily limit or didn't put in a pin. It's a security thing and a way the company who owns the machine can charge you out the ass.
Me: Well, sir, I'll need the card you used and your ID.
He holds up his wallet and slams it down.
Me: I need your ID out please.
He grumbles and hands it over. As I'm doing the procedure he starts complaining.
SC: This is such BS! I had to walk from the oposite side of the casino and then I have to stay here for this crap! I'm NEVER coming here again.
Me: Okay.
After every negative thing he said I said OKAY. I don't care if that was rude but he was just being a jerk.
SC: I can't win here. This place is horrible!
Me: Okay.
After a few more rants from him I just got quiet. As I went to get his paperwork my co-worker tried to explain to him as to why he had to come up to the cage but he just bit her head off in the process. She backed off.
SC: What the hell is this?? Where's my money!?
ME: It comes out in a form of a check so I have something to show for my records.
SC: This is BS!
I ignored him and pointed to where I needed him to sign.
And then I knew this would send him over the edge.
Me: I need your thumb print.
He LICKED his finger and put it on the paper. I almost
. I said NO sternly and pointed to the INK pad. He put it on there. GROSS! Why would you lick your finger?? It left a stain too.
SC: Why the hell was I charged so much? Your casino is stupid!
Me: Well, you ran it as a credit card. And that machine does not belong to us. They are an entirely different company so we can't control what they charge.
SC: So I guess they teach you to say that?
I was getting really annoyed.
SC: Oh its not my job blah blah blah! What a crock!
He bitched and moan for quite awhile.
Me: How would you like it?
SC: I don't care just give me my damned money!
I set down two hundreds and said there. Usually I'd count it but I just put it on the damn table.
Me: Don't forget your ID.
He almost left it on the counter.
SC: I'm never coming here again!
Me: Okay.
Why he had to repeat that fifty billion times.... I'll never know. I really hope he keeps his word.
Finally he leaves.
About ten mins later I got another guy in my window who says:
"Hey, someone left this here."
He puts it on my counter. SC dropped his Driver's license on the floor. Now, I don't like it when bad things happen but I was like: Damn, karma got him. He said he was never coming back? Well...
But I turned it into security and let them handle it.
SC: Really evil old man
SC: Where's my money!?
I looked down and saw that he was holding a credit card receipt that said: Please proceed to nearest cage. Which means that he either ran his card as a credit card, exceeded his daily limit or didn't put in a pin. It's a security thing and a way the company who owns the machine can charge you out the ass.
Me: Well, sir, I'll need the card you used and your ID.
He holds up his wallet and slams it down.
Me: I need your ID out please.
He grumbles and hands it over. As I'm doing the procedure he starts complaining.
SC: This is such BS! I had to walk from the oposite side of the casino and then I have to stay here for this crap! I'm NEVER coming here again.
Me: Okay.
After every negative thing he said I said OKAY. I don't care if that was rude but he was just being a jerk.
SC: I can't win here. This place is horrible!
Me: Okay.
After a few more rants from him I just got quiet. As I went to get his paperwork my co-worker tried to explain to him as to why he had to come up to the cage but he just bit her head off in the process. She backed off.
SC: What the hell is this?? Where's my money!?
ME: It comes out in a form of a check so I have something to show for my records.
SC: This is BS!
I ignored him and pointed to where I needed him to sign.
And then I knew this would send him over the edge.
Me: I need your thumb print.
He LICKED his finger and put it on the paper. I almost
. I said NO sternly and pointed to the INK pad. He put it on there. GROSS! Why would you lick your finger?? It left a stain too. SC: Why the hell was I charged so much? Your casino is stupid!
Me: Well, you ran it as a credit card. And that machine does not belong to us. They are an entirely different company so we can't control what they charge.
SC: So I guess they teach you to say that?
I was getting really annoyed.
SC: Oh its not my job blah blah blah! What a crock!
He bitched and moan for quite awhile.
Me: How would you like it?
SC: I don't care just give me my damned money!
I set down two hundreds and said there. Usually I'd count it but I just put it on the damn table.
Me: Don't forget your ID.
He almost left it on the counter.
SC: I'm never coming here again!
Me: Okay.
Why he had to repeat that fifty billion times.... I'll never know. I really hope he keeps his word.
Finally he leaves.
About ten mins later I got another guy in my window who says:
"Hey, someone left this here."
He puts it on my counter. SC dropped his Driver's license on the floor. Now, I don't like it when bad things happen but I was like: Damn, karma got him. He said he was never coming back? Well...
But I turned it into security and let them handle it.
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