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Wow. Finally home after a long, busy day at the c-store. The combination of Christmas AND a bad storm looming has people out in droves, I tell you! For your enjoyment, a few snippets (the few I can remember) from my day.
Just a quick forewarning.
The next person that laughs and says "That must be a full-time job!" or "I'll bet you have a hard time keeping up with mopping!" while I'm mopping might just find themselves with the handle of the mop I'm holding shoved where the sun doesn't shine. You have been warned.
Please, don't be specific at all!
Customer came up to the counter and simply said "Ya, I'll have two cans of Copenhagen please." All I could do was look at him, blink, and ask, "Snuff?" **sigh** It turned out I was correct, but ffs people, be specific! We have wintergreen long cut, regular long cut, long cut straight, snuff and pouches all under the Copenhagen banner. Also, the next one that asks me for "Red Man" without specifying Green, Golden Blend or Silver, will get a death glare, and the closest one to me as their choice.
The hottest gifts this season.
We're out of $10 gift cards. Deal with it, people. Do you really expect to walk into a farking c-store three days before Christmas and get the one thing that everyone seems to be giving out? No, wait, don't answer that--I already know you do. Well, too bad. Get a $25 or a $50 card and live with it, or better yet, give them money--or Lottery scratchers, like the lady that bought 35 of our $2 Bingo tickets.
It's the thought that counts. Think harder!
For those of you that think a mini flashlight, or a handy dandy 8-in-1 flashlight/screwdriver combo makes a great stocking stuffer, particularly for your kids--Put the damn thing back on the shelf, and get a gift card. Just not a $10 one, because we don't have any.
No shit, Sherlock.
Had a nice gent come up to the counter, chuckle, gesture outside to the ugly slush covered lot and say "Huhhuh it's slushy out there!" Well gee whiz I never noticed. What a brilliant observation you've made. Here, let me alert the media. I'm sure it'll make headline news. Or, I could just roll my eyes, say "yeah," ring you up and send you on your way. Considering the energy the former would take, I think I'll settle for the latter.
And the reason I'm posting...
The final story is the reason for my post, and the title of my thread. It was lunch time. I was on register 1, M (Manager) was on register 2. We were working through an insanely long line of customers, and I was watching gas pumps at the same time. I authorized pump 6, watched, and to my surprise the guy got in his lil silver Grand Priz and started to drive off when he finished pumping. Yes, we allow pumping before paying. You have no idea how much I wish we didn't, but I digress. I said, aloud, "you had better be pulling up to pay for your gas" but, he wasn't. M asked if he had gas, I said yes, she told me to go out after him, so out I went. Luckily, he was driving slower than a snail, so I caught up to him even trying to run through mounds of slush across the lot. He saw me, stopped, climbed from his car and said "My bad." My bad, my ass. You attempted to drive off with gas, I suspect purposely. You never even attempted to come in. You, sir (if I can call you sir, since I suspect you to be late teen to early 20s in age), FAIL. I, on the other hand, win. Epically. The only thing more epic would've been if M would've let me keep the $4.99 he left behind. He had $15.01, handed me a $20, told me to keep the change, and hopped back in his car and left. **sigh** Would've been a nice tip, but alas, M said it had to stay in the drawer. Oh well. I did get a "You did good work today, Bren." from M in the end, so all is well I suppose. I'm just glad I'm not due back to work un Thursday, though with the weather coming in I may have a four day weekend ahead, since I asked for Sat & Sun off for family Christmas type stuff.
Yay time off!
Just a quick forewarning.
The next person that laughs and says "That must be a full-time job!" or "I'll bet you have a hard time keeping up with mopping!" while I'm mopping might just find themselves with the handle of the mop I'm holding shoved where the sun doesn't shine. You have been warned.
Please, don't be specific at all!
Customer came up to the counter and simply said "Ya, I'll have two cans of Copenhagen please." All I could do was look at him, blink, and ask, "Snuff?" **sigh** It turned out I was correct, but ffs people, be specific! We have wintergreen long cut, regular long cut, long cut straight, snuff and pouches all under the Copenhagen banner. Also, the next one that asks me for "Red Man" without specifying Green, Golden Blend or Silver, will get a death glare, and the closest one to me as their choice.
The hottest gifts this season.
We're out of $10 gift cards. Deal with it, people. Do you really expect to walk into a farking c-store three days before Christmas and get the one thing that everyone seems to be giving out? No, wait, don't answer that--I already know you do. Well, too bad. Get a $25 or a $50 card and live with it, or better yet, give them money--or Lottery scratchers, like the lady that bought 35 of our $2 Bingo tickets.
It's the thought that counts. Think harder!
For those of you that think a mini flashlight, or a handy dandy 8-in-1 flashlight/screwdriver combo makes a great stocking stuffer, particularly for your kids--Put the damn thing back on the shelf, and get a gift card. Just not a $10 one, because we don't have any.
No shit, Sherlock.
Had a nice gent come up to the counter, chuckle, gesture outside to the ugly slush covered lot and say "Huhhuh it's slushy out there!" Well gee whiz I never noticed. What a brilliant observation you've made. Here, let me alert the media. I'm sure it'll make headline news. Or, I could just roll my eyes, say "yeah," ring you up and send you on your way. Considering the energy the former would take, I think I'll settle for the latter.
And the reason I'm posting...
The final story is the reason for my post, and the title of my thread. It was lunch time. I was on register 1, M (Manager) was on register 2. We were working through an insanely long line of customers, and I was watching gas pumps at the same time. I authorized pump 6, watched, and to my surprise the guy got in his lil silver Grand Priz and started to drive off when he finished pumping. Yes, we allow pumping before paying. You have no idea how much I wish we didn't, but I digress. I said, aloud, "you had better be pulling up to pay for your gas" but, he wasn't. M asked if he had gas, I said yes, she told me to go out after him, so out I went. Luckily, he was driving slower than a snail, so I caught up to him even trying to run through mounds of slush across the lot. He saw me, stopped, climbed from his car and said "My bad." My bad, my ass. You attempted to drive off with gas, I suspect purposely. You never even attempted to come in. You, sir (if I can call you sir, since I suspect you to be late teen to early 20s in age), FAIL. I, on the other hand, win. Epically. The only thing more epic would've been if M would've let me keep the $4.99 he left behind. He had $15.01, handed me a $20, told me to keep the change, and hopped back in his car and left. **sigh** Would've been a nice tip, but alas, M said it had to stay in the drawer. Oh well. I did get a "You did good work today, Bren." from M in the end, so all is well I suppose. I'm just glad I'm not due back to work un Thursday, though with the weather coming in I may have a four day weekend ahead, since I asked for Sat & Sun off for family Christmas type stuff.
Yay time off!
As for the stocking stuffers, that may be harsh, now that I think about it, but I was just generally annoyed by people today. Apologies for that!
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