Argh. Just, argh. X_x I really can't understand what goes thru some people's minds, or what passes for them, sometimes. This guy came in today and tried to pay for his petrol with a grocery bag full of coppers.

That was my reaction to Crazed Change Guy's proposal; that I count up £10 worth of pennies and two pences and process it as payment. No. Bloody. Way. Not a hope in hell. I told CCG that I couldn't take his bag of pennies as payment, cuz we're not allowed to do so (that and the fact that it wouldn't fit in my till, plus I was damned if I was going to spend hours counting it all. I didn't tell him that bit, tho) and he'd have to wait til I'd filled out the non payment form, then go to the bank or the Coinstar in the main supermarket and convert his change to cash.
CCG pitched a blue fit. He started to rant and rave, saying that I had to take any form of payment that he wanted to give me. So if someone wanted to pay for their petrol in buttons, I'd have to take that? In your dreams, twat. It was only after it finally filtered thru the layers of cotton wool, dust bunnies and cobwebs inside his skull that I meant what I said, that CCG dug out his wallet and pulled out a debit card.
A little part of my brain died at that. If CCG had a flipping card to pay for his petrol on, why the hell did he throw a tantrum when I refused his bag of copper? Why try to pay for petrol with what looked like the contents of a penny jar anyway? Especially since there are at least six banks in this town and a Coinstar in the supermarket accross the road. -_- SC logic would drive a saint to swear.

That was my reaction to Crazed Change Guy's proposal; that I count up £10 worth of pennies and two pences and process it as payment. No. Bloody. Way. Not a hope in hell. I told CCG that I couldn't take his bag of pennies as payment, cuz we're not allowed to do so (that and the fact that it wouldn't fit in my till, plus I was damned if I was going to spend hours counting it all. I didn't tell him that bit, tho) and he'd have to wait til I'd filled out the non payment form, then go to the bank or the Coinstar in the main supermarket and convert his change to cash.
CCG pitched a blue fit. He started to rant and rave, saying that I had to take any form of payment that he wanted to give me. So if someone wanted to pay for their petrol in buttons, I'd have to take that? In your dreams, twat. It was only after it finally filtered thru the layers of cotton wool, dust bunnies and cobwebs inside his skull that I meant what I said, that CCG dug out his wallet and pulled out a debit card.

A little part of my brain died at that. If CCG had a flipping card to pay for his petrol on, why the hell did he throw a tantrum when I refused his bag of copper? Why try to pay for petrol with what looked like the contents of a penny jar anyway? Especially since there are at least six banks in this town and a Coinstar in the supermarket accross the road. -_- SC logic would drive a saint to swear.
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