For that matter, so are our pumps.
I'm currently at that stage of exhausted that makes me cry at the drop of the hat, but it's been a sucky 3 days. These are a couple of the milder stories, I'll post the rest once I can convince myself to sleep.
Every so often at work, there'll be a loud "thunk" noise followed by the sound of vibration. That's our doors, which impatient customers can't wait for the opening of (although they open quite quickly) and bounce off. If you wait for two bloody seconds, you'll avoid the pain, embarassment, and damage to our door mechanism!
Then an older/elderly man drove into our pump. Straight into it. It's only about a metre wide, tan coloured with a large colourful poster on it. Easy to miss. Thank god he didn't hit it hard, and there was no damage to the car or pump. He wasn't in the slightest bit embarassed, he seemed to think it happens all the time. Er, no. Most people are aware that they don't have room to get around something. And he hit his left headlight, while parking in the right-hand pump. Meaning he was WAAAAY too far to the left (Edit: right. I think. Someone?)
A group of 4 mid-20s guys came into the shop and headed for the cafe to get some food. I distinctly heard the F-Bomb dropped, but wasn't sure who'd said it, so I waited to see if the swearing would continue. They were fine for a couple of minutes, then they got to the till and I heard a few more impolite phrases. I had just finished serving a customer, so I turned to them (they were at the second till, which is right beside mine, it's just one big long counter with 3 tills spread along it) and said "Which one of you keeps swearing?" All 4 guys looked at each other, semi-sheepishly. "Er, all of us probably..." "Well whoever it is, knock it off!" They looked a tad shocked, and had a laugh among themselves at my audacity in telling them to stop swearing in public, but I didn't hear anything offensive from them again
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My thought for the day: My till ain't a toilet, so don't dump your shit on it!
I'm currently at that stage of exhausted that makes me cry at the drop of the hat, but it's been a sucky 3 days. These are a couple of the milder stories, I'll post the rest once I can convince myself to sleep.
Every so often at work, there'll be a loud "thunk" noise followed by the sound of vibration. That's our doors, which impatient customers can't wait for the opening of (although they open quite quickly) and bounce off. If you wait for two bloody seconds, you'll avoid the pain, embarassment, and damage to our door mechanism!
Then an older/elderly man drove into our pump. Straight into it. It's only about a metre wide, tan coloured with a large colourful poster on it. Easy to miss. Thank god he didn't hit it hard, and there was no damage to the car or pump. He wasn't in the slightest bit embarassed, he seemed to think it happens all the time. Er, no. Most people are aware that they don't have room to get around something. And he hit his left headlight, while parking in the right-hand pump. Meaning he was WAAAAY too far to the left (Edit: right. I think. Someone?)
A group of 4 mid-20s guys came into the shop and headed for the cafe to get some food. I distinctly heard the F-Bomb dropped, but wasn't sure who'd said it, so I waited to see if the swearing would continue. They were fine for a couple of minutes, then they got to the till and I heard a few more impolite phrases. I had just finished serving a customer, so I turned to them (they were at the second till, which is right beside mine, it's just one big long counter with 3 tills spread along it) and said "Which one of you keeps swearing?" All 4 guys looked at each other, semi-sheepishly. "Er, all of us probably..." "Well whoever it is, knock it off!" They looked a tad shocked, and had a laugh among themselves at my audacity in telling them to stop swearing in public, but I didn't hear anything offensive from them again

My thought for the day: My till ain't a toilet, so don't dump your shit on it!
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