I don't know why this guy made me SO angry. I've had worse.
He ran his card through the ATM as credit. (DON'T do this, ever!) You will get charged a buttload of money and its better to use an atm card with pin.
He comes to the window and has a sour look on his face.
Me: Hello. I need the card you used and your ID.
SC: Where's my money!?
Me: *Looks over his receipt* Whenever you run your card as a credit card, it will send you up here for safety purposes since a pin was not used.
He finally pulls out his credit card but shows me his ID through his wallet.
ME: Can I have it out, please?
I like to handle the ID's--easier to tell if they are fake and there is info I have to enter.
He throws it at me. Whatever, jerk.
It was the first time I've seen the new georgia ID's. I was filling in the info while checking out his ID. I felt around and there was some indentation (sp? lol) parts and I was curious. And I've never seen the double little picture in the right hand corner so I was looking closely at it.
SC: Is there a problem??
Me:
No... No, problem sir. I just need to fill out some info on here.
Then I started to wonder if it was indeed fake by the way he was acting and started looking for holograms and whatever else wouldn't be there. Seemed legit to me.
I finished with the computer part (its been really slow lately) and gave back his stuff and went to grab the print out.
SC: What the hell is that?! Where is my money!?? Are you charging me again?
Me: No, sir. I am pulling up the transaction you processed at the machine. It prints off a sort of check to be cashed so we have proof as to why we paid you. Just a paper trail, no worries.
I hand him the paper.
Me: I just need (blah blah blah) and your thumb print.
SC: Are you kidding me?? What am I some sort of criminal?
Me: No... It's just required by the company that owns the ATM.
SC: Whatever, just give me my goddamn money.
Me: Okay.. How would you like it?
SC: CASH!!!
Me: ....Right. Do you want big cash or little cash?
SC: BIG.
I hand him hundreds and tell him to have a GRRREAT day. You can tell at that point my have a great day meant get bent, asshole.
I stalked away, angry and shaking. He saw me but whatever to him.
He ran his card through the ATM as credit. (DON'T do this, ever!) You will get charged a buttload of money and its better to use an atm card with pin.
He comes to the window and has a sour look on his face.
Me: Hello. I need the card you used and your ID.
SC: Where's my money!?
Me: *Looks over his receipt* Whenever you run your card as a credit card, it will send you up here for safety purposes since a pin was not used.
He finally pulls out his credit card but shows me his ID through his wallet.
ME: Can I have it out, please?
I like to handle the ID's--easier to tell if they are fake and there is info I have to enter.
He throws it at me. Whatever, jerk.
It was the first time I've seen the new georgia ID's. I was filling in the info while checking out his ID. I felt around and there was some indentation (sp? lol) parts and I was curious. And I've never seen the double little picture in the right hand corner so I was looking closely at it.
SC: Is there a problem??
Me:

Then I started to wonder if it was indeed fake by the way he was acting and started looking for holograms and whatever else wouldn't be there. Seemed legit to me.
I finished with the computer part (its been really slow lately) and gave back his stuff and went to grab the print out.
SC: What the hell is that?! Where is my money!?? Are you charging me again?
Me: No, sir. I am pulling up the transaction you processed at the machine. It prints off a sort of check to be cashed so we have proof as to why we paid you. Just a paper trail, no worries.
I hand him the paper.
Me: I just need (blah blah blah) and your thumb print.
SC: Are you kidding me?? What am I some sort of criminal?
Me: No... It's just required by the company that owns the ATM.
SC: Whatever, just give me my goddamn money.
Me: Okay.. How would you like it?
SC: CASH!!!
Me: ....Right. Do you want big cash or little cash?
SC: BIG.
I hand him hundreds and tell him to have a GRRREAT day. You can tell at that point my have a great day meant get bent, asshole.
I stalked away, angry and shaking. He saw me but whatever to him.
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