I work at a very small gas station, exclusively night shifts from 11pm to 7am Sunday through Thursday. We're the only one in the area open all night, so usually I only have to deal with pathetic drunks, but once in a while I'll get a jackass.
The setup, last Tuesday, it's about 1:30am, and the phone rings.
SC: "Hi, is your manager there?"
Me: "Uh, no, sir. The manager is not here at the moment."
SC: "Well, can you get him on the phone please?"
Me: "Well, no. I'm not calling my manager at 1:30 in the morning. What can I do for you?"
SC: "Listen, I need a favour. I come to your store all the time, I buy all my (lottery) tickets there. My car broke down on the highway, I need to borrow $50 for a tow, I'll bring it back tomorrow, and give you $20 for yourself."
Me: "Hold on. Are you saying you want to borrow money from the store?"
SC: "Yes."
Me: "No. You cannot borrow money from a gas station."
SC: "Well **** yourself then!" *click*
At first, I just laughed at the absurdity of it all. Seriously, who tries to borrow money from a gas station?
Then I thought about it. What kind of sad, pathetic loser has no friends or family they can call for help, that they have to resort to calling an Esso station and begging for money?
The setup, last Tuesday, it's about 1:30am, and the phone rings.
SC: "Hi, is your manager there?"
Me: "Uh, no, sir. The manager is not here at the moment."
SC: "Well, can you get him on the phone please?"
Me: "Well, no. I'm not calling my manager at 1:30 in the morning. What can I do for you?"
SC: "Listen, I need a favour. I come to your store all the time, I buy all my (lottery) tickets there. My car broke down on the highway, I need to borrow $50 for a tow, I'll bring it back tomorrow, and give you $20 for yourself."
Me: "Hold on. Are you saying you want to borrow money from the store?"
SC: "Yes."
Me: "No. You cannot borrow money from a gas station."
SC: "Well **** yourself then!" *click*
At first, I just laughed at the absurdity of it all. Seriously, who tries to borrow money from a gas station?
Then I thought about it. What kind of sad, pathetic loser has no friends or family they can call for help, that they have to resort to calling an Esso station and begging for money?
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