ProTip for everyone: SC's hate to be pwned. BrenDAnn loves to pwn them. Evil? Why yes, yes I can be.
Moving on to the story now. Tonight, a woman came in, credit card in hand, ranting and raving that she wanted gas and her card wouldn't work. I, being the ever-so-happy-to-help clerk, offered to go outside and see if I could get it to work. I should mention that this is one of my favorite things to do, as I love the looks on people's faces when I get their cards to work on the first try. Anyway, the entire way out to the pump (thank whatever deity was watching over me that it was one of the ones closer to the store) she went on and on about how my c-store was the only place that the pumps didn't take her card. Our pumps never read her card, she claimed---NEVAAARRRR!!! Cue me, popping her card into the reader, back out, pressing yes to give her a receipt, and starting the pump for her. Cue her, going, "Oh..." and staring at me open-mouthed. I wished her a nice evening, and trotted back to my post inside the store, triumphant. Bitch a little louder, and I'll prove you wrong even more. Go on. I dare you.


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