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So this guy comes up to my window:
SC: I want a thousand off my credit card.
Me: Have you ran it through the ATM?
SC: No.
Me: Unfortunately you have to start there first.
SC: No I don't.
Me: Yes, sir you do...
SC: Just ran the damn thing.
Me: Sir, as I stated before we have no way to run your card. I can get my supervisor for you if you wish...
SC: Screw this!
Now, I thought oh wow, hey I owned him and I was polite because he went to the ATM and got his money out...
I got owned later.
About an hour or two later a host comes up (a host= much like a parasite of a human who has to kiss ass and be asses to the cashiers) and asks me to scan in a guy's ID. I thought the picture looked familiar...
Turns out MR. Rude ass went to play a table game and his lucky ass won twenty thousand dollars.
Why is it the rude bastards get to make the cash?
SC: I want a thousand off my credit card.
Me: Have you ran it through the ATM?
SC: No.
Me: Unfortunately you have to start there first.
SC: No I don't.
Me: Yes, sir you do...
SC: Just ran the damn thing.
Me: Sir, as I stated before we have no way to run your card. I can get my supervisor for you if you wish...
SC: Screw this!
Now, I thought oh wow, hey I owned him and I was polite because he went to the ATM and got his money out...
I got owned later.
About an hour or two later a host comes up (a host= much like a parasite of a human who has to kiss ass and be asses to the cashiers) and asks me to scan in a guy's ID. I thought the picture looked familiar...
Turns out MR. Rude ass went to play a table game and his lucky ass won twenty thousand dollars.
Why is it the rude bastards get to make the cash?
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