Ok, this one combines both the bull of High School social classes and the sucky customer. And is also my first post on this thing.
In my High School there is a "General Business" class. In it you learn the basics of business and through out the year we run the School Store. This means we have to both do our departmental job and work in the store as either cashiers or stock person. Guess who got stuck with cashier.
A few weeks ago, it was my day in the store. I walk in, do the normal opening procedures and sit at the computer register and start reading my book. (The Death of WCW by RD Reynolds if you want to know) Now, the first part of the day was slow, being as some sort of football thing was going on. Then that thing got out and I am bum-rushed with the player and their girlfriends.
I'm a nerd by the way and am DEFIANTLY not popular with the "in" crowd. thats the way I like it though.
Our store is set up like a coffee house, tables, a music player, TV, and food and coffee that thankfully I don't have to touch since I'm on register. One more hint of back-story before this, I have long hair, and I'm a guy. Great fodder for these docuhes.
Okay, The bum-rushing starts. Me and the guy I'm working with are rushing to get the people there stuff. I'm frantically typing on the computer to ring up all the stuff. Finally it settles down and one more guy comes up. I recognize him as one of the senior (I'm a senior too) starters or something.
Here is the convo.
Deamon: Slightly psychotic guy at the register.
Douchebag: as the name implys.
(One last note-We can get away with being a little more sarcastic then people at real stores)
Deamon: Can I help you?
Douchebag: Give me a slushie, a Slim Jim and a pop-tart
Deamon: *takes stuff, sets the Slim-Jim and pop-tart on counter in front of him* Ok, that will be -however much money it was-
Douchebag: How about I just play good tonight and this goes on credit or something.
Deamon: I'm sorry, we only take money here.
Douchebag: Come on man, you can trust me.
Deamon: Sorry man, I trust no one.
Douchebag: Do you know who I am fagpuff (yes, fagpuff, nice one)
Deamon: Should I?
Douchebag: Yes
Deamon: Well you obviously haven't done anything important, so you'll have to play.
(He's getting pissed, I'm smiling, knowing I have the upper-hand)
*Douchebag grabs the Slim Jim and Pop-Tart and starts to walk off.*
Deamon: You have to pay for those buddy
Douchebag: Like hell I do.
*gets on phone, calls the in-school cop. The teacher told us to call him if anything happened.*
Yeah. Apparently he's just being made to pay for the stuff and getting suspended.
Screw High School
In my High School there is a "General Business" class. In it you learn the basics of business and through out the year we run the School Store. This means we have to both do our departmental job and work in the store as either cashiers or stock person. Guess who got stuck with cashier.
A few weeks ago, it was my day in the store. I walk in, do the normal opening procedures and sit at the computer register and start reading my book. (The Death of WCW by RD Reynolds if you want to know) Now, the first part of the day was slow, being as some sort of football thing was going on. Then that thing got out and I am bum-rushed with the player and their girlfriends.
I'm a nerd by the way and am DEFIANTLY not popular with the "in" crowd. thats the way I like it though.
Our store is set up like a coffee house, tables, a music player, TV, and food and coffee that thankfully I don't have to touch since I'm on register. One more hint of back-story before this, I have long hair, and I'm a guy. Great fodder for these docuhes.
Okay, The bum-rushing starts. Me and the guy I'm working with are rushing to get the people there stuff. I'm frantically typing on the computer to ring up all the stuff. Finally it settles down and one more guy comes up. I recognize him as one of the senior (I'm a senior too) starters or something.
Here is the convo.
Deamon: Slightly psychotic guy at the register.
Douchebag: as the name implys.
(One last note-We can get away with being a little more sarcastic then people at real stores)
Deamon: Can I help you?
Douchebag: Give me a slushie, a Slim Jim and a pop-tart
Deamon: *takes stuff, sets the Slim-Jim and pop-tart on counter in front of him* Ok, that will be -however much money it was-
Douchebag: How about I just play good tonight and this goes on credit or something.
Deamon: I'm sorry, we only take money here.
Douchebag: Come on man, you can trust me.
Deamon: Sorry man, I trust no one.
Douchebag: Do you know who I am fagpuff (yes, fagpuff, nice one)
Deamon: Should I?
Douchebag: Yes
Deamon: Well you obviously haven't done anything important, so you'll have to play.
(He's getting pissed, I'm smiling, knowing I have the upper-hand)
*Douchebag grabs the Slim Jim and Pop-Tart and starts to walk off.*
Deamon: You have to pay for those buddy
Douchebag: Like hell I do.
*gets on phone, calls the in-school cop. The teacher told us to call him if anything happened.*
Yeah. Apparently he's just being made to pay for the stuff and getting suspended.
Screw High School
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