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Wowza. Lots of stuff happened this week. Including Plaidman trying different tactics towards sucky customers. A coworker and me have also been helping out another store dub Hell Store, because your are going to have hell there. Period. No good day has ever happened at that store.
Smell my flower!
I'm dreading this. I'm walking up to the door of hell store. Nice lady holds the door for me. I walk in, see coworker there with sad look on her face. The lady that held the door open comes in with her boyfriend. I'm clocking in, and watching the cameras, the nice lady is demanding we smell her flower. It smells nice she says. Please smell her flower.
Anyone guess what her BF was trying to do? If you guessed stuffing ice cream bars down his coat, you win!
Coworker and me jump over. We're on ether side of him. He looks confused and slighhly scared.
ME: "Give it back. NOW"
Thief: Whaa?? Huh?"
Coworker: Ice cream! NOW!
Thief: I was going to pay for it!
ME: You don't put stuff in your coat before you pay!!
Thief: *Slowly giving me the ice cream back* I have money!!! *Showing us a few pennies in his hand*
Me: Yeah. Nice. Go away.
They leave. Rest of the night is filled with hell customers, including one drugged up man plopping vicadin on the counter and saying i can have them if I let him steal stuff.
Plaidman stops fight 1
So we have a new guy, who is really new to job, and to America. Which means several of our customers try to take advantage. I'm about to start when new guy motions me over. A /customer/ has given him a strange ID. As in torn to hell and taped, with the birthday completly blocked/scratched.
I shake my head, take beer off counter and tell customer no.
Customer gets pissed. Calls us several names. Even reaching over and attempting to grab his 32 oz. He wants me to step outside with his buddies. Plaidman isn't clocked in. I agree. We step outside. He calls me more names, and gets in his car with friends, and they drive off.
In Russia, you'd be gay!
So, this kid comes in. Maybe 15/16 with older man about 22. Both Russians. They grab a bottle of wine, and try to open the locked beer coolers. The 15 year old leaves, and the 22 demands the beer key. My coworker and me look at each other with a smile.
ME: "I need yours, and his and your other freinds ID"
SC: NO, they're not here!
ME: Yes, I do. *Picking his wine up and putting it by me* "Or no booze".
SC: *turns ten different shades of red* Starts to walk out, then turns to me "In Russia, you be dead!"
He gets in his car, where his buddies and him flip us off. Coworker and me wave. Coworker also shouts out the door "Welcome to America!" They stare, and flip us off more. Plaidman touchs his nipples through his uniform. They leave.
Few hours later, they come back. And attempt again to get beer and wine. I proceed to tell them again, I need their IDS. They leave. Flip me off again at their car. I again, play with my nipples through the cars. One of the kids looks confused. Then smiles. Lifts his shirt up, and plays with HIS nipples.
Plaidman can just see them thinking this is some kind of great insult in America. (Doubtful, but whatever). Plaidman smiles whenever he thinks of them doing that to a biker homophobe, thinking its a insult. Only to get hurt quite bad.
Beer $10 bucks. Cleaning Bill $15 bucks. Cries of fear: Priceless
Its 2:40 am. I'm making coffee. More for myself, but its about the time my coffee people come in. Kid comes in. Now, its hard to understand, and hard to explain. But sometimes, when someone comes in, its like a sock to the stomach. You just KNOW they are going to steal beer. That feeling is on me with this kid. I take my coffee, and go around the counter to watch. He is looking everywhere, and me. But decides to get a small bottle of water. He pays with a 20. Another customer comes in, and asks where a item is. I point to it, and the kid, bolts around, grabs a 18 pack of the display, a friend had open the door for him and is shouting "LETS GO!" The kid turns with a smile on his face, that turns to fear. He shouts "Oh shit" as he sees a 24 oz of coffee streaking towards him. He twists, most of the coffee landing on his WHITE coat, and some on his face. He still manages to get out of the store and leaves.
Its a shame Plaidman likes his coffee with some ice in it
. But if it didn't, I couldn't have posted the story 
Plaidman stops a fight 2
I'm at work, just starting. A man comes in, grabs a bunch of candy, a bag of chips, runs around the store, then leaves. Like that. Coworker and me are blinking.
CW: "Did he just steal?"
Me: *looking outside* "....I don't know...."
I start looking over the tape, trying to see if he did. He grabs stuff, and he does put it back, but he grabs a candy bar, it disappears. The man comes back, grabs a bag of chips and goes to the registar.
CW: "Do you want to pay for that candy bar?"
Customer: "What?! I didn't steal nothing!"
CW: *looking at me*
ME: "I'll look over the tape"
Customer: "What?! Are you saying I'm a thief!?"
ME: "Why did you run around and run out, then come back?
Customer: "Do you want to check me!?
Me: *blinking* "It be pointless, if you did, you could have dropped it outside.
Customer: "Want to search my car!!?
Me: No.
Customer: Lets go outside cross eye! I will fuck you over!
Me: *blinking* "fine...."
CW: Plaidman no don't.
Me: I'll be fine.
We step outside. Me with my hands in my pockets, the man with a look of fury. He is in a battle stance.
Customer: Come on! Lets go! Lets GO! HIT ME!
Me: No. I don't want to fight.
Customer: What!? You siad I was thief! I will knock your ass out.
Me: No, I said it was suspecious. Thats the only reason I said I'll check the tape. It was. You ran in, ran out.
Customer: *putting his fists down* I didn't have enough money to buy my stuff. I ran out to get it.
Me: Alright then. It just looked strange. No-one saying your stoled.
Customer: "So I can buy my stuff?"
Me: Yes.
Customer: We cool?
Me: Yes.
He buys his stuff, leaves. I looked over the tape. He did put everything back, and dropped the candy bar. He never stoled.
Smell my flower!
I'm dreading this. I'm walking up to the door of hell store. Nice lady holds the door for me. I walk in, see coworker there with sad look on her face. The lady that held the door open comes in with her boyfriend. I'm clocking in, and watching the cameras, the nice lady is demanding we smell her flower. It smells nice she says. Please smell her flower.
Anyone guess what her BF was trying to do? If you guessed stuffing ice cream bars down his coat, you win!
Coworker and me jump over. We're on ether side of him. He looks confused and slighhly scared.
ME: "Give it back. NOW"
Thief: Whaa?? Huh?"
Coworker: Ice cream! NOW!
Thief: I was going to pay for it!
ME: You don't put stuff in your coat before you pay!!
Thief: *Slowly giving me the ice cream back* I have money!!! *Showing us a few pennies in his hand*
Me: Yeah. Nice. Go away.
They leave. Rest of the night is filled with hell customers, including one drugged up man plopping vicadin on the counter and saying i can have them if I let him steal stuff.
Plaidman stops fight 1
So we have a new guy, who is really new to job, and to America. Which means several of our customers try to take advantage. I'm about to start when new guy motions me over. A /customer/ has given him a strange ID. As in torn to hell and taped, with the birthday completly blocked/scratched.
I shake my head, take beer off counter and tell customer no.
Customer gets pissed. Calls us several names. Even reaching over and attempting to grab his 32 oz. He wants me to step outside with his buddies. Plaidman isn't clocked in. I agree. We step outside. He calls me more names, and gets in his car with friends, and they drive off.
In Russia, you'd be gay!
So, this kid comes in. Maybe 15/16 with older man about 22. Both Russians. They grab a bottle of wine, and try to open the locked beer coolers. The 15 year old leaves, and the 22 demands the beer key. My coworker and me look at each other with a smile.
ME: "I need yours, and his and your other freinds ID"
SC: NO, they're not here!
ME: Yes, I do. *Picking his wine up and putting it by me* "Or no booze".
SC: *turns ten different shades of red* Starts to walk out, then turns to me "In Russia, you be dead!"
He gets in his car, where his buddies and him flip us off. Coworker and me wave. Coworker also shouts out the door "Welcome to America!" They stare, and flip us off more. Plaidman touchs his nipples through his uniform. They leave.
Few hours later, they come back. And attempt again to get beer and wine. I proceed to tell them again, I need their IDS. They leave. Flip me off again at their car. I again, play with my nipples through the cars. One of the kids looks confused. Then smiles. Lifts his shirt up, and plays with HIS nipples.
Plaidman can just see them thinking this is some kind of great insult in America. (Doubtful, but whatever). Plaidman smiles whenever he thinks of them doing that to a biker homophobe, thinking its a insult. Only to get hurt quite bad.
Beer $10 bucks. Cleaning Bill $15 bucks. Cries of fear: Priceless
Its 2:40 am. I'm making coffee. More for myself, but its about the time my coffee people come in. Kid comes in. Now, its hard to understand, and hard to explain. But sometimes, when someone comes in, its like a sock to the stomach. You just KNOW they are going to steal beer. That feeling is on me with this kid. I take my coffee, and go around the counter to watch. He is looking everywhere, and me. But decides to get a small bottle of water. He pays with a 20. Another customer comes in, and asks where a item is. I point to it, and the kid, bolts around, grabs a 18 pack of the display, a friend had open the door for him and is shouting "LETS GO!" The kid turns with a smile on his face, that turns to fear. He shouts "Oh shit" as he sees a 24 oz of coffee streaking towards him. He twists, most of the coffee landing on his WHITE coat, and some on his face. He still manages to get out of the store and leaves.
Its a shame Plaidman likes his coffee with some ice in it
. But if it didn't, I couldn't have posted the story Plaidman stops a fight 2
I'm at work, just starting. A man comes in, grabs a bunch of candy, a bag of chips, runs around the store, then leaves. Like that. Coworker and me are blinking.
CW: "Did he just steal?"
Me: *looking outside* "....I don't know...."
I start looking over the tape, trying to see if he did. He grabs stuff, and he does put it back, but he grabs a candy bar, it disappears. The man comes back, grabs a bag of chips and goes to the registar.
CW: "Do you want to pay for that candy bar?"
Customer: "What?! I didn't steal nothing!"
CW: *looking at me*
ME: "I'll look over the tape"
Customer: "What?! Are you saying I'm a thief!?"
ME: "Why did you run around and run out, then come back?
Customer: "Do you want to check me!?
Me: *blinking* "It be pointless, if you did, you could have dropped it outside.
Customer: "Want to search my car!!?
Me: No.
Customer: Lets go outside cross eye! I will fuck you over!
Me: *blinking* "fine...."
CW: Plaidman no don't.
Me: I'll be fine.
We step outside. Me with my hands in my pockets, the man with a look of fury. He is in a battle stance.
Customer: Come on! Lets go! Lets GO! HIT ME!
Me: No. I don't want to fight.
Customer: What!? You siad I was thief! I will knock your ass out.
Me: No, I said it was suspecious. Thats the only reason I said I'll check the tape. It was. You ran in, ran out.
Customer: *putting his fists down* I didn't have enough money to buy my stuff. I ran out to get it.
Me: Alright then. It just looked strange. No-one saying your stoled.
Customer: "So I can buy my stuff?"
Me: Yes.
Customer: We cool?
Me: Yes.
He buys his stuff, leaves. I looked over the tape. He did put everything back, and dropped the candy bar. He never stoled.
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