So this guy comes in and he’s obviously not normal, as in on something. I’ve never seen someone so crazed out and high strung. He starts in on my coworker (who is also a manager at a grocery store during first shift) and starts asking him if he’s the manager.
SC: You the manager? You the MANAGER?!
CW: No…the manager has left for the day.
SC: Oh, well you be on your way up, you be on your way. Soon you won’t have to be under THE MAN, you be on this shit, you be the manager here soon, you be the THE MAN.
CW: Right, if you want lottery you’ll have to go over to the young lady (me) over there.
SC: So you the LOTTERY EXPERT?!
Me: Yes?
SC: What’s wrong with your friend over there? What’s up his asshole? What be up with that one huh? Huh? HUH?
Me: He’s…already a manager somewhere else.
SC: AAAAAH.
(I get his lottery)
SC: So if I win, I share this with you, you jump on that band wagon, I don’t mind sharing, babe you and me huh! Yeah, you and me, we be like peas, we be like tight, I take care of you, I take care of you, you see, what’s your name!?
Me: ….
SC: *sees nametag* Gaki huh? GAKI, nice, you be seein’ I’ll be back, I take care of you.
He comes back five minutes later while my other CW is cleaning the bathroom. Their altercation is as follows:
SC: Hey I need to use this bathroom.
CW2: I’m cleaning it, you’ll have to wait.
SC: I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WAIT, I AM THE CUSTOMER AND I AM ALWAYS RIIIIIIGHT.
CW2: I’m cleaning it and that’s just too bad ain’t it?
SC: I want your manager right now! WHERE IS THE MANAGER!? *storms off toward my desk and in my face* WHERE IS THE MANAGER I AM THE CUSTOMER I AM ALWAYS RIGHT, ISN’T THAT RIGHT, YOU KNOW ME YOU DONE MY LOTTERY, YOU KNOW ME, WHERE YOUR MANAGER AT, I WANNA TALK TO SOMEBODY. SHE BE CLEANING I HAVE TO WAIT BECAUSE SHE CLEANING, I JUSSSSS USE THE LADIES ROOM.
Me: You used the…
I’m sorry the manager isn’t here…
SC: *storms off*
Awesome Customer: *mockingly* I wanna use the bathroom, I can’t use the bathroom! Hahaha!!! I’m always riiiiiight! Hahahahaha!!!
To be lights…or not to be lights…
SC: I need Marlboro Menthol LIGHTS.
Me: *hands them the MMLs*
SC: *stares at the pack* Are these the LIIIIIIGHTS?!
Me: …yes. They can’t say lights anymore.
SC: WHYYYYY?!
Me: It implies better for you.
SC: Oooooooh…okay, so these are the lights?
Me: …Gold pack.
SC: Oh…right.
Parent Win
So this guy comes into my store and buys the new kid fad “silly bands” or whatever they’ll called. So he gets 4 packs, two for each kid that comes in. There’s a girl and a boy, the girl looks to be about 2 years older than the boy, she’s happy and nice and wonderfully polite. The boy is sour-faced and won’t allow me to scan his drink. The father literally has to RIP the bottle from him for me to scan it.
About two minutes after they’ve left the father comes in with the boy, dragging him by his shirt. He takes him to my counter, pushes him forward and this is how it goes:
Father: (obviously irate) GIVE IT BACK and tell her what you DID.
Son: …
F: GIVE IT BACK.
S: IT’S MIIIIINE!!!
F: I only bought FOUR packs, those are NOT YOURS, you GIVE THOSE BACK AND TELL HER WHAT YOU DID.
S: *slaps the extra pack of silly bands down on the counter*
F: TELL HER.
S: …….
F: (To me) I’m so sorry, I couldn’t believe it when I looked down at the four in my hand and when that one just showed up with him…I mean…I just…
Me: It’s okay, thank you for bringing him back. (I said him because I think it was a very warranted punishment.)
F: Thank you.
He leaves and end is end. Well I for one am very impressed by his punishment skills, the kid was obviously embarrassed and probably won’t ever steal from a convenience store again. Hah!
Refill Hell
So at my store you can have two types of refills, if you have a refill under 34 ounces it’s 1.05, if you have one 34 or over it’s 1.37. These prices are still way under the normal prices for the Regular size soda. This lady comes in with a 52 ounce cup and hands CW 1.05. He tells her that it’s 1.37 and it went DOWN. I swear this lady took the GLOVES off.
SC: What? 1.37…I’ve been coming here for 3 YEARS and it’s NEVER been 1.37.
CW: Well I’m sorry ma’am but if your cup is 34 or over it’s 1.37. It’s always been that way.
SC: Well what are you going to do about this now? I’ve been paying 1.05, I want this to be 1.05, they ALWAYS do it to be 1.05.
CW: Well then they’ve all been doing it wrong.
SC: This cup IS 34 ounces!
CW: No, this cup is above 34 ounces and even if it WAS 34 ounces, it would still be 1.37 because it is an inclusive price.
SC: Well this is just UNACCEPTABLE. (Who saw that coming?)
CW: You can take it up with corporate. NEXT!
So she goes over to my OTHER CW and tries to get her to agree with her. Hah.
My Job is Not worth You.
Whenever I get this guy he always pulls a name out of his ass because he knows our names.
Annoying Guy: I need a pack of (some brand) cigarettes.
Me: Can I see your ID.
AG: Come on, girl, (strike one, I hate that) they never ID me here.
Me: I’m not THEY. Can I see your ID?
AG: Come on, seriously, they know me, see, he knows me! *points at CW*
Me: (at CW) You know this one?
CW: Nope, never seen him.
AG: Come on man, he’s JOKING. (Strike two, no…just no.)
Me: Whip it out.
AG: Girlie, it’s in the CAR, can’t you just let it slide? (STRIKE THREE)
Me: Go get it.
My Job II
AG (again): I need a money order for 25 dollars.
Me: It’ll be 26.99.
AG: *Hands me a debit card*
Me: Money order is cash only.
AG: Girl, seriously, they do it here all the time for me, we run into this problem all the time, they just run it debit and it goes through.
Me: CASH ONLY. Even if it goes through this is MY JOB.
AG: That tall girl, A, she always does it for me, every time.
Me: That’s HER JOB on the line, not mine. Cash or nothing.
AG: God…never MIND.
AAAAGH.
SC: Are these the lights?
For the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, yes…yes they are. If you don’t believe me how about you read the sign right over them that explains this strange phenomenon. Oh wait…you’re a customer. Nevermind.
Put it down…just go home, you can’t pump gas.
Me: (over the intercom) How can I help you?
SC: I DON’T WANT DIESEL!!!! I DON’T WANT IT!!! WHY DOES THIS LIGHT KEEP COMING OOOOONNNN!!!
Me: ………Ma’am….Ma’am……MA’AM….put down the green pump. Pick up the BLACK pump.
SC: The green? *stares at nozzle*
Me: Put it back.
SC: *puts it back* Now what?
Me: The black one…pick it up.
SC: OOOOOOOOOHHHH, MAAAAHHHHH BAAAAAAD!!!!111!!!!one!!!
Prank Calls
So for the first time working there I got prank calls. Number one:
Stupid Kid: Where are your condoms located in the store?
Me: Are you IN THE STORE?
SK: Harrr Harrr Harrr.
Me: *click*
Number two:
SK: Do you guys sell MILITARY WEAPONS?
Me: Excuse me?
SK: LIKE GUNS.
Me: *click*
From today, just one of those stupid ones:
Me: *spiel*
Girl: I’m trying to call Five Below…
Me: Well you got (store)
Girl: Oh………
Me: …………………….I don’t….have the number….
Girl: Oh…I thought you might…
Me: No.
Girl: Okay bye.
Rant
I AM OVER HERE. Do you see anyone at that counter?! DO YOU?!!!?!!?? NOOOOO. Because I am HERE. I am so here it’s not even funny. I’m existing over at this particular register at this moment and logic would tell you that since I am the only human being behind this counter that the register I am standing closest to would be the register that you may ring your crap up at. No…no I will not move over there just because you have an ass ton of stuff that you put down at the WRONG REGISTER. No I will not move over there because you made a sad face. I CANNOT USE THAT REGISTER.
End Rant.
Last One!
So I always complain in almost every post about how people keep coming in with 100s and it’s a common complaint. Well…today I went off on these two guys. And my coworkers afterwards, I turned around and my CW, J had his eyes all wide and his mouth open, he was like, “WOW, you let those guys HAVE IT…” He was chuckling about it too because we have had too much shit like this going on. Now, why I couldn’t let them just leave was because they were buying GAS.
Me: Your total is 27.00
SC: *hands me a 100*
Me: I can’t break this.
SC: What?
Me: I can’t break a hundred, do you have anything smaller?
SC: No, I don’t have anything smaller.
Me: Do you have a CARD, because I literally CANNOT break a hundred and neither can my coworker’s drawer.
SC: Oooooh….shiiiiiiiit….dood, I don’t have anything smaller…. This is ALL I HAVE.
Me: *At this point I give them a little stare down*
Okay…fine. *mark it, get 100 in 10s from the safe (which is a NO-NO and I’m glad I won’t be in to be bitched out about it.)* Now, for FUTURE REFERENCE, we DO NOT carry this much money in our drawer, we CANNOT take a one hundred dollar bill unless your purchase is AT LEAST 50 dollars or more, do you UNDERSTAND!? 
SC: …yes…yes!
Me: Okay, now, here’s your change, DO NOT do that again, we are NOT a bank.
SC: *leaves sheepishly with his friend*
Me:
SC: You the manager? You the MANAGER?!
CW: No…the manager has left for the day.
SC: Oh, well you be on your way up, you be on your way. Soon you won’t have to be under THE MAN, you be on this shit, you be the manager here soon, you be the THE MAN.
CW: Right, if you want lottery you’ll have to go over to the young lady (me) over there.
SC: So you the LOTTERY EXPERT?!
Me: Yes?
SC: What’s wrong with your friend over there? What’s up his asshole? What be up with that one huh? Huh? HUH?
Me: He’s…already a manager somewhere else.
SC: AAAAAH.
(I get his lottery)
SC: So if I win, I share this with you, you jump on that band wagon, I don’t mind sharing, babe you and me huh! Yeah, you and me, we be like peas, we be like tight, I take care of you, I take care of you, you see, what’s your name!?
Me: ….
SC: *sees nametag* Gaki huh? GAKI, nice, you be seein’ I’ll be back, I take care of you.
He comes back five minutes later while my other CW is cleaning the bathroom. Their altercation is as follows:
SC: Hey I need to use this bathroom.
CW2: I’m cleaning it, you’ll have to wait.
SC: I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO WAIT, I AM THE CUSTOMER AND I AM ALWAYS RIIIIIIGHT.
CW2: I’m cleaning it and that’s just too bad ain’t it?
SC: I want your manager right now! WHERE IS THE MANAGER!? *storms off toward my desk and in my face* WHERE IS THE MANAGER I AM THE CUSTOMER I AM ALWAYS RIGHT, ISN’T THAT RIGHT, YOU KNOW ME YOU DONE MY LOTTERY, YOU KNOW ME, WHERE YOUR MANAGER AT, I WANNA TALK TO SOMEBODY. SHE BE CLEANING I HAVE TO WAIT BECAUSE SHE CLEANING, I JUSSSSS USE THE LADIES ROOM.
Me: You used the…

SC: *storms off*
Awesome Customer: *mockingly* I wanna use the bathroom, I can’t use the bathroom! Hahaha!!! I’m always riiiiiight! Hahahahaha!!!
To be lights…or not to be lights…
SC: I need Marlboro Menthol LIGHTS.
Me: *hands them the MMLs*
SC: *stares at the pack* Are these the LIIIIIIGHTS?!
Me: …yes. They can’t say lights anymore.
SC: WHYYYYY?!
Me: It implies better for you.
SC: Oooooooh…okay, so these are the lights?
Me: …Gold pack.
SC: Oh…right.
Parent Win
So this guy comes into my store and buys the new kid fad “silly bands” or whatever they’ll called. So he gets 4 packs, two for each kid that comes in. There’s a girl and a boy, the girl looks to be about 2 years older than the boy, she’s happy and nice and wonderfully polite. The boy is sour-faced and won’t allow me to scan his drink. The father literally has to RIP the bottle from him for me to scan it.
About two minutes after they’ve left the father comes in with the boy, dragging him by his shirt. He takes him to my counter, pushes him forward and this is how it goes:
Father: (obviously irate) GIVE IT BACK and tell her what you DID.

Son: …

F: GIVE IT BACK.
S: IT’S MIIIIINE!!!

F: I only bought FOUR packs, those are NOT YOURS, you GIVE THOSE BACK AND TELL HER WHAT YOU DID.
S: *slaps the extra pack of silly bands down on the counter*
F: TELL HER.
S: …….

F: (To me) I’m so sorry, I couldn’t believe it when I looked down at the four in my hand and when that one just showed up with him…I mean…I just…
Me: It’s okay, thank you for bringing him back. (I said him because I think it was a very warranted punishment.)
F: Thank you.
He leaves and end is end. Well I for one am very impressed by his punishment skills, the kid was obviously embarrassed and probably won’t ever steal from a convenience store again. Hah!
Refill Hell
So at my store you can have two types of refills, if you have a refill under 34 ounces it’s 1.05, if you have one 34 or over it’s 1.37. These prices are still way under the normal prices for the Regular size soda. This lady comes in with a 52 ounce cup and hands CW 1.05. He tells her that it’s 1.37 and it went DOWN. I swear this lady took the GLOVES off.
SC: What? 1.37…I’ve been coming here for 3 YEARS and it’s NEVER been 1.37.
CW: Well I’m sorry ma’am but if your cup is 34 or over it’s 1.37. It’s always been that way.
SC: Well what are you going to do about this now? I’ve been paying 1.05, I want this to be 1.05, they ALWAYS do it to be 1.05.
CW: Well then they’ve all been doing it wrong.
SC: This cup IS 34 ounces!
CW: No, this cup is above 34 ounces and even if it WAS 34 ounces, it would still be 1.37 because it is an inclusive price.
SC: Well this is just UNACCEPTABLE. (Who saw that coming?)
CW: You can take it up with corporate. NEXT!
So she goes over to my OTHER CW and tries to get her to agree with her. Hah.
My Job is Not worth You.
Whenever I get this guy he always pulls a name out of his ass because he knows our names.
Annoying Guy: I need a pack of (some brand) cigarettes.
Me: Can I see your ID.
AG: Come on, girl, (strike one, I hate that) they never ID me here.
Me: I’m not THEY. Can I see your ID?
AG: Come on, seriously, they know me, see, he knows me! *points at CW*
Me: (at CW) You know this one?
CW: Nope, never seen him.
AG: Come on man, he’s JOKING. (Strike two, no…just no.)
Me: Whip it out.
AG: Girlie, it’s in the CAR, can’t you just let it slide? (STRIKE THREE)
Me: Go get it.
My Job II
AG (again): I need a money order for 25 dollars.
Me: It’ll be 26.99.
AG: *Hands me a debit card*
Me: Money order is cash only.
AG: Girl, seriously, they do it here all the time for me, we run into this problem all the time, they just run it debit and it goes through.
Me: CASH ONLY. Even if it goes through this is MY JOB.
AG: That tall girl, A, she always does it for me, every time.
Me: That’s HER JOB on the line, not mine. Cash or nothing.
AG: God…never MIND.
AAAAGH.
SC: Are these the lights?
For the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, yes…yes they are. If you don’t believe me how about you read the sign right over them that explains this strange phenomenon. Oh wait…you’re a customer. Nevermind.
Put it down…just go home, you can’t pump gas.
Me: (over the intercom) How can I help you?
SC: I DON’T WANT DIESEL!!!! I DON’T WANT IT!!! WHY DOES THIS LIGHT KEEP COMING OOOOONNNN!!!
Me: ………Ma’am….Ma’am……MA’AM….put down the green pump. Pick up the BLACK pump.
SC: The green? *stares at nozzle*
Me: Put it back.
SC: *puts it back* Now what?
Me: The black one…pick it up.
SC: OOOOOOOOOHHHH, MAAAAHHHHH BAAAAAAD!!!!111!!!!one!!!
Prank Calls
So for the first time working there I got prank calls. Number one:
Stupid Kid: Where are your condoms located in the store?
Me: Are you IN THE STORE?
SK: Harrr Harrr Harrr.
Me: *click*
Number two:
SK: Do you guys sell MILITARY WEAPONS?
Me: Excuse me?
SK: LIKE GUNS.
Me: *click*
From today, just one of those stupid ones:
Me: *spiel*
Girl: I’m trying to call Five Below…
Me: Well you got (store)
Girl: Oh………
Me: …………………….I don’t….have the number….
Girl: Oh…I thought you might…
Me: No.
Girl: Okay bye.
Rant
I AM OVER HERE. Do you see anyone at that counter?! DO YOU?!!!?!!?? NOOOOO. Because I am HERE. I am so here it’s not even funny. I’m existing over at this particular register at this moment and logic would tell you that since I am the only human being behind this counter that the register I am standing closest to would be the register that you may ring your crap up at. No…no I will not move over there just because you have an ass ton of stuff that you put down at the WRONG REGISTER. No I will not move over there because you made a sad face. I CANNOT USE THAT REGISTER.
End Rant.
Last One!
So I always complain in almost every post about how people keep coming in with 100s and it’s a common complaint. Well…today I went off on these two guys. And my coworkers afterwards, I turned around and my CW, J had his eyes all wide and his mouth open, he was like, “WOW, you let those guys HAVE IT…” He was chuckling about it too because we have had too much shit like this going on. Now, why I couldn’t let them just leave was because they were buying GAS.
Me: Your total is 27.00
SC: *hands me a 100*
Me: I can’t break this.
SC: What?
Me: I can’t break a hundred, do you have anything smaller?
SC: No, I don’t have anything smaller.
Me: Do you have a CARD, because I literally CANNOT break a hundred and neither can my coworker’s drawer.
SC: Oooooh….shiiiiiiiit….dood, I don’t have anything smaller…. This is ALL I HAVE.
Me: *At this point I give them a little stare down*


SC: …yes…yes!
Me: Okay, now, here’s your change, DO NOT do that again, we are NOT a bank.
SC: *leaves sheepishly with his friend*
Me:

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