Customer, some white gangster wannabe about 25ish walks in with a sidekick in tow and a stack of papers.
SC: Hi how much to mail this?
Me: (weighs it) With the envelope I think it would be about $2.00.
SC: FOR SOME LITTLE PAPERS?!?!?! 1eleventy!1!
Me: Uh.... yeah.
Sidekick: *chuckle*
SC: Well can you tell me exactly how much?
Me: *rings in the envelope and postage on the register* "$1.97."
SC: Why is it so much?
Me: .... Well, the postage is $1.65 for that weight and the envelope is thirty cents. *point to a manila envelope*
SC: Thirty cents for an envelope? Cant I just use one of the little white ones? How much are those?
Me: Well, they are 10 cents for a single but I'm not sure you could fit all those papers in one.
SC: Oh yeah I can gimme an envelope.
Me: *shrugs and hands him one*
He then proceeds to try and fold 20+ papers into thirds and cram them into the envelope. After about 45 seconds an epic fail occurs and the envelope rips. He decides not to recognize defeat and asks for tape. I oblige, mostly because I want to see just how stupid he is and how far he will take it. The friend stands over by the card rack guffawing.
SC: I guess its not going to work. But do you have any cheaper ones than this?
Me: No.
SC: *sighs loudly and opens his wallet, which is stuffed with twenties. He shuffles through them.* K I guess I'll buy the big one then. How much did you say again?
Me: Two eleven please.
SC: WHAT WHY IS IT MORE NOW?
Me: Ten cents for the envelope you ripped.
SC: Whatever. Jesus Christ. God I only have twenties. I dont want to break a twenty! (to sidekick) Hey can I borrow a few bucks from you?
Sidekick: Seriously dude? I guess. *gives him a couple ones*
SC: You got eleven cents?
Sidekick: No change dude sorry.
Me: Dont worry about it.
SC: Huh?
Me: Yeah I got it covered youre good.
SC: Trying to get rid of me huh?
Me: Yes.
And thanks for taking up 5 mins of my time for an encounter that should have taken 30 seconds at most. Why don't you go sell some more drugs or break into some more cars or ask mommy and daddy for some more money or whatever fashion you make a living because I'm willing to bet its not customer service. Oh and you look like an idiot with your hat on sideways.
SC: Hi how much to mail this?
Me: (weighs it) With the envelope I think it would be about $2.00.
SC: FOR SOME LITTLE PAPERS?!?!?! 1eleventy!1!
Me: Uh.... yeah.
Sidekick: *chuckle*
SC: Well can you tell me exactly how much?
Me: *rings in the envelope and postage on the register* "$1.97."
SC: Why is it so much?
Me: .... Well, the postage is $1.65 for that weight and the envelope is thirty cents. *point to a manila envelope*
SC: Thirty cents for an envelope? Cant I just use one of the little white ones? How much are those?
Me: Well, they are 10 cents for a single but I'm not sure you could fit all those papers in one.
SC: Oh yeah I can gimme an envelope.
Me: *shrugs and hands him one*
He then proceeds to try and fold 20+ papers into thirds and cram them into the envelope. After about 45 seconds an epic fail occurs and the envelope rips. He decides not to recognize defeat and asks for tape. I oblige, mostly because I want to see just how stupid he is and how far he will take it. The friend stands over by the card rack guffawing.
SC: I guess its not going to work. But do you have any cheaper ones than this?
Me: No.
SC: *sighs loudly and opens his wallet, which is stuffed with twenties. He shuffles through them.* K I guess I'll buy the big one then. How much did you say again?
Me: Two eleven please.
SC: WHAT WHY IS IT MORE NOW?
Me: Ten cents for the envelope you ripped.
SC: Whatever. Jesus Christ. God I only have twenties. I dont want to break a twenty! (to sidekick) Hey can I borrow a few bucks from you?
Sidekick: Seriously dude? I guess. *gives him a couple ones*
SC: You got eleven cents?
Sidekick: No change dude sorry.
Me: Dont worry about it.
SC: Huh?
Me: Yeah I got it covered youre good.
SC: Trying to get rid of me huh?
Me: Yes.
And thanks for taking up 5 mins of my time for an encounter that should have taken 30 seconds at most. Why don't you go sell some more drugs or break into some more cars or ask mommy and daddy for some more money or whatever fashion you make a living because I'm willing to bet its not customer service. Oh and you look like an idiot with your hat on sideways.
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