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Well, home from another night at work. Thankfully, it wasn't too horrible, but for one creeptastic drunk guy. We'll call him Drunk Creeper, DC for short. DC came in toward the end of my shift, while his wife/gf/whatever the hell was pumping gas outside. I should've known he'd be trouble by the way he stormed into the store, grumbling about wondering why he put up with the "bullshit" that he did. Eventually, the gf or whatever came in, and was wandering the store picking things up. They bantered back and forth, she looked at him like she wondered wtf was up. At one point, they'd set most of their stuff on the counter. Gf was off grabbing some chicken strips from our warmer. DC leans toward me over the counter, purportedly looking at my nametag.
DC: What's your name? **looks at tag** BrenDAnn...Can I tell you something? **whispers something almost inaudible about his relationship or wanting to run or something**
ME: **gets creeped out, grabs his stuff to start ringing him up as gf is still wandering** And you had gas as well, right?
DC: **whispering again** Can I just run & not pay? I mean, can I?
ME: **looks at him, raises an eyebrow, chokes out a gruff half-laugh**
DC: See, you think I'm joking
ME: **rings up stuff, not commenting, looks up** Alright, and gas too, right?
DC: yes. *8sighs, gestures toward gf** And her chicken strips too **grumblegrumblebitch**
ME: Okay **finishes the transaction and gets them the hell out of my store**
Alright, look, creep...I see that you're apparently having relationship issues. Too bad. Could have something to do with the fact that you're drunk off your ass. I don't know. All I know is I do NOT want to be dragged into the middle of your shit. Also, I'm fairly certain your leering, drunken self was looking at my chest instead of my nametag. Don't. Do. That! I'm not afraid to kick your ass out. Keep pushing, creeper. Better yet, do us all a favor and DIAF!
DC: What's your name? **looks at tag** BrenDAnn...Can I tell you something? **whispers something almost inaudible about his relationship or wanting to run or something**
ME: **gets creeped out, grabs his stuff to start ringing him up as gf is still wandering** And you had gas as well, right?
DC: **whispering again** Can I just run & not pay? I mean, can I?
ME: **looks at him, raises an eyebrow, chokes out a gruff half-laugh**
DC: See, you think I'm joking
ME: **rings up stuff, not commenting, looks up** Alright, and gas too, right?
DC: yes. *8sighs, gestures toward gf** And her chicken strips too **grumblegrumblebitch**
ME: Okay **finishes the transaction and gets them the hell out of my store**
Alright, look, creep...I see that you're apparently having relationship issues. Too bad. Could have something to do with the fact that you're drunk off your ass. I don't know. All I know is I do NOT want to be dragged into the middle of your shit. Also, I'm fairly certain your leering, drunken self was looking at my chest instead of my nametag. Don't. Do. That! I'm not afraid to kick your ass out. Keep pushing, creeper. Better yet, do us all a favor and DIAF!
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