Tonight at the fuel station, I had two people pull the same tired scam on me within about ten minutes of each other. One of the first customers I rang up put down a ten, two fives and two ones. His total was under $15, so I picked out a ten and a five, held them up and (as I always do) said clearly, "Out of fifteen," and gave him the change. He starts to put the other bills away and says, "Wait, wasn't one of those a twenty?"
Me: No, sir. There was twenty dollars there, with your ten and two fives, but I only needed $15 so I left the other bills on the counter.
SC1: Are you sure? I swear I gave you a twenty.
Me: I can open the drawer and see. If you gave me a twenty, it will be in the tens spot. (Open drawer, see the ten I just put there in the tens spot. It was actually not even all the way under the clip.) Sorry, it was a ten.
SC1: All right, then.
He leaves. A few minutes later we get a phone call, which I have the pleasure of answering.
SC1: Yes, I was just in and gave your cashier a twenty dollar bill, and she only gave me change for a ten.
Me: Okay, I can take your name and number, we'll count the drawer, and if it's over by ten dollars we'll call so you can come pick it up.
The manager happens to be in, so I call him over explain the situation. A CW who was standing behind me at the time confirms that he saw only a ten and five, no twenties. Boss Man says to just wait a few minutes, call him back and say we owe him the money. He says the register is probably off by a few dollars, and there will be no way to tell if that's the reason why, so it's better to just give him the benefit of the doubt and not risk losing all his future business over ten bucks.
Me: Well, you can call the guy if you want, but I'm not gonna do it. I know what I put in, and CW was standing right there and saw it, too.
BM: I believe you, but do you understand what I'm saying? It doesn't really matter whether you're right or not.
Me: It does to me.
So it's decided that someone else will make the call, and I go about my business. A few minutes later, a woman comes in to pay for $5 in gas. Of course, at this time I'm being extra careful to hold all bills up so the camera can see them, and clearly state to the customer what they gave me. SC2 gives me a ten dollar bill, and I give her $5 back.
SC2: That was a twenty.
Me: (SERIOUSLY??? Am I on Candid Camera or something?) No ma'am, it was a ten. I'm positive of it.
SC2: And I'm positive it was a twenty! That's all I had, a twenty, and now it's not in here. See? (opens up her wallet and shoves it at me)
Me: BM, could you please come over here?
At this point I am done, because I know what's about to happen. The bitch is going to get ten bucks of the store's money. I go into the back room, shaking with anger and with tears starting to well up. All I can hear through the door is the woman ranting about her twenty dollars. I take a couple of minutes to cool off and let my face return to a less vivid shade of red. When I come back, I tell BM that it was all a bit too coincidental to me. He replies, "Yeah, it is a little weird, isn't it?" Yeah...just a tad. I tell him I'd like him to review the video and let me know what he sees.
At some point during the evening, SC1 returns to collect our-- excuse me, HIS ten bucks. At the end of the night, we count the drawer. Three guesses how much it was short, and the first two don't count.
So my CW (who is an asst. manager in the main store) writes a note to the accounting staff explaining what happened, that he witnessed it and I was in the right. It was nice to be proven correct, but there are still two assholes out there who have ten extra dollars and an unnecessary boost to their false sense of entitlement. GRRRR.
Me: No, sir. There was twenty dollars there, with your ten and two fives, but I only needed $15 so I left the other bills on the counter.
SC1: Are you sure? I swear I gave you a twenty.
Me: I can open the drawer and see. If you gave me a twenty, it will be in the tens spot. (Open drawer, see the ten I just put there in the tens spot. It was actually not even all the way under the clip.) Sorry, it was a ten.
SC1: All right, then.
He leaves. A few minutes later we get a phone call, which I have the pleasure of answering.
SC1: Yes, I was just in and gave your cashier a twenty dollar bill, and she only gave me change for a ten.
Me: Okay, I can take your name and number, we'll count the drawer, and if it's over by ten dollars we'll call so you can come pick it up.
The manager happens to be in, so I call him over explain the situation. A CW who was standing behind me at the time confirms that he saw only a ten and five, no twenties. Boss Man says to just wait a few minutes, call him back and say we owe him the money. He says the register is probably off by a few dollars, and there will be no way to tell if that's the reason why, so it's better to just give him the benefit of the doubt and not risk losing all his future business over ten bucks.
Me: Well, you can call the guy if you want, but I'm not gonna do it. I know what I put in, and CW was standing right there and saw it, too.
BM: I believe you, but do you understand what I'm saying? It doesn't really matter whether you're right or not.
Me: It does to me.
So it's decided that someone else will make the call, and I go about my business. A few minutes later, a woman comes in to pay for $5 in gas. Of course, at this time I'm being extra careful to hold all bills up so the camera can see them, and clearly state to the customer what they gave me. SC2 gives me a ten dollar bill, and I give her $5 back.
SC2: That was a twenty.
Me: (SERIOUSLY??? Am I on Candid Camera or something?) No ma'am, it was a ten. I'm positive of it.
SC2: And I'm positive it was a twenty! That's all I had, a twenty, and now it's not in here. See? (opens up her wallet and shoves it at me)
Me: BM, could you please come over here?
At this point I am done, because I know what's about to happen. The bitch is going to get ten bucks of the store's money. I go into the back room, shaking with anger and with tears starting to well up. All I can hear through the door is the woman ranting about her twenty dollars. I take a couple of minutes to cool off and let my face return to a less vivid shade of red. When I come back, I tell BM that it was all a bit too coincidental to me. He replies, "Yeah, it is a little weird, isn't it?" Yeah...just a tad. I tell him I'd like him to review the video and let me know what he sees.
At some point during the evening, SC1 returns to collect our-- excuse me, HIS ten bucks. At the end of the night, we count the drawer. Three guesses how much it was short, and the first two don't count.
So my CW (who is an asst. manager in the main store) writes a note to the accounting staff explaining what happened, that he witnessed it and I was in the right. It was nice to be proven correct, but there are still two assholes out there who have ten extra dollars and an unnecessary boost to their false sense of entitlement. GRRRR.
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