Okay, wheeeeewwww....haha. Just one day and so much to tell all of you! This day was actually quite pleasant and most of these things actually made me laugh a little bit but mostly because I just had two days off and I get two MORE days. Haha. This was the island in the midst of floating in the ocean with my floaties and tropical fruit drink...with the umbrella.
I crashlanded.
Anyways, THE EVIL OF THE MUMBLER.
Me: Hi, how can I help you?
SC: (mumble, mumble)
Me: Okay, you want lottery?
SC: Yeah...(mumble mumble)
Me: *rips off tickets*
SC: No...no...this one...(mumble)
Me: *puts one back, rips another*
SC: How did you get 18 from when I said 19? 19...jeez. (mumbles)
Me: ...
You forgot who you are...already?
Caller: Hi, I'm Dumb Ass, I called for your manager.
Me: My manager has stepped out for the day, if you wish to contact him you'll have to call back between 6 and 2.
Caller: Well...I was just calling him back, he called me first.
Me: Okay...would you like me to take a message?
Caller: No...I just, I'm calling him back.
Me: ...um...okay. Would you like me to leave him a note that you called?
Caller: BUT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM!!!
Me: You're...(I was going to say, "you're Dumb Ass, you told me that earlier", but I didn't want to be rude.) Okay, do you want to leave me your name and number for him to call you back?
Caller: Yes. I'm Mr. Ass and my number is XXX-XXXX.
Me: Okay, note taken, goodbye. *click*
Fiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrreeee!!! I am man, I make fiiiiiiirrrrrreeee.
Soooo, I read the epic thread on here about people throwing cigarette butts everywhere and things starting on fire...well...here is mine. Today my coworker walks in and I ask her to do something for me and she puts up her hand and says:
"No...no...I have to go put out the fire."
Some butthead threw their butt in our mulch and set the mulch on fire. It's the first time I've ever seen the landscaping in flames. Hmm.
LIVER CANCER: I don't care.
So when I was gone my CW had to deal with a problem that I am not envious of. A man walks into the store wearing gray sweatpants (relevant!) and he's a HULK of a man. She's walking out of the bathroom and a woman walks in as she's going out. The man nearly BOWLS HER OVER (she's NOT SMALL) trying to get into the WOMAN'S room.
CW: Sir, this is the woman's room.
SC: I know, I have an emergency, the men's room is full and I need to get to a toilet!
CW: There is a woman in there now, sir, once she comes out you can go in but not before. After she comes out you can use it and I'll stand by the door for you.
SC: *waits for CW to walk a few steps away and then goes into the bathroom*
Surprised Woman: OMG! *runs out to CW* There's a MAN in the WOMAN'S room, with his PANTS DOWN!
CW:
Oh my goodness, I am SO SORRY, I told him he had to wait!
SW: Oh my god...oh my god, I didn't even get to wash my hands, he scared me!
CW: Here, hand sanitizer.
When he came out:
CW: Sir, that was inappropriate, you were supposed to wait until she was out of the bathroom!
SC: I HAD AN EMERGENCY!
CW: I don't CARE, you INVADED that woman's PRIVACY, that is a WOMAN'S ROOM you BARGED INTO!
SC: DO YOU KNOW HOW IT IS TO HAVE LIVER CANCER?!
CW: You know what sir? I don't care! All I care about is that what you did was unacceptable!
SC: DO YOU KNOW?!
CW: You should have waited, if you waited that long you could have waited a tiny bit longer, all she had to do was wash her hands, there is NO EXCUSE for you to just barge in and invade her privacy!
SC: I HAVE LIVER CANCER, IT WAS AN EMERGENCY!
CW: WELL GET THIS STRAIGHT, I DON'T CARE!!!
She then found out that he'd shit all over the floor anyway so he could have just gone into the men's room and squatted down on the bare tile floor and it wouldn't have made much of a difference.
He then also shit his gray sweat pants anyway while he was yelling at her about his liver cancer or whatnots. So the whole thing was in vain and he had a very obvious stain on his sweatpants.
EDIT: Forgot this one.
SC: *hands me a $100*
Me: *lightheartedly* Oh! I hope I have change!
SC: With the amount of gas you guys sell here you might not HAVE CHANGE?!
Me: ...no. We don't keep that kind of money in our drawer. We drop most of it in the safe.
SC: WELL THE SAFE BETTER BE CLOSE BY.
Me:
Um...well I think I have change which is good because...I can't get into the safe.
SC: WELL THEN YOU BETTER OR WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
Me: ...right. (No...no...YOU have a problem, I'm not the one the cops will be picking up later.)
I crashlanded.
Anyways, THE EVIL OF THE MUMBLER.
Me: Hi, how can I help you?
SC: (mumble, mumble)
Me: Okay, you want lottery?
SC: Yeah...(mumble mumble)
Me: *rips off tickets*
SC: No...no...this one...(mumble)
Me: *puts one back, rips another*
SC: How did you get 18 from when I said 19? 19...jeez. (mumbles)
Me: ...

You forgot who you are...already?
Caller: Hi, I'm Dumb Ass, I called for your manager.
Me: My manager has stepped out for the day, if you wish to contact him you'll have to call back between 6 and 2.
Caller: Well...I was just calling him back, he called me first.
Me: Okay...would you like me to take a message?
Caller: No...I just, I'm calling him back.
Me: ...um...okay. Would you like me to leave him a note that you called?
Caller: BUT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM!!!
Me: You're...(I was going to say, "you're Dumb Ass, you told me that earlier", but I didn't want to be rude.) Okay, do you want to leave me your name and number for him to call you back?
Caller: Yes. I'm Mr. Ass and my number is XXX-XXXX.
Me: Okay, note taken, goodbye. *click*
Fiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrreeee!!! I am man, I make fiiiiiiirrrrrreeee.
Soooo, I read the epic thread on here about people throwing cigarette butts everywhere and things starting on fire...well...here is mine. Today my coworker walks in and I ask her to do something for me and she puts up her hand and says:
"No...no...I have to go put out the fire."
Some butthead threw their butt in our mulch and set the mulch on fire. It's the first time I've ever seen the landscaping in flames. Hmm.
LIVER CANCER: I don't care.
So when I was gone my CW had to deal with a problem that I am not envious of. A man walks into the store wearing gray sweatpants (relevant!) and he's a HULK of a man. She's walking out of the bathroom and a woman walks in as she's going out. The man nearly BOWLS HER OVER (she's NOT SMALL) trying to get into the WOMAN'S room.
CW: Sir, this is the woman's room.
SC: I know, I have an emergency, the men's room is full and I need to get to a toilet!
CW: There is a woman in there now, sir, once she comes out you can go in but not before. After she comes out you can use it and I'll stand by the door for you.
SC: *waits for CW to walk a few steps away and then goes into the bathroom*
Surprised Woman: OMG! *runs out to CW* There's a MAN in the WOMAN'S room, with his PANTS DOWN!
CW:

SW: Oh my god...oh my god, I didn't even get to wash my hands, he scared me!
CW: Here, hand sanitizer.
When he came out:
CW: Sir, that was inappropriate, you were supposed to wait until she was out of the bathroom!
SC: I HAD AN EMERGENCY!
CW: I don't CARE, you INVADED that woman's PRIVACY, that is a WOMAN'S ROOM you BARGED INTO!
SC: DO YOU KNOW HOW IT IS TO HAVE LIVER CANCER?!
CW: You know what sir? I don't care! All I care about is that what you did was unacceptable!
SC: DO YOU KNOW?!
CW: You should have waited, if you waited that long you could have waited a tiny bit longer, all she had to do was wash her hands, there is NO EXCUSE for you to just barge in and invade her privacy!
SC: I HAVE LIVER CANCER, IT WAS AN EMERGENCY!
CW: WELL GET THIS STRAIGHT, I DON'T CARE!!!
She then found out that he'd shit all over the floor anyway so he could have just gone into the men's room and squatted down on the bare tile floor and it wouldn't have made much of a difference.
He then also shit his gray sweat pants anyway while he was yelling at her about his liver cancer or whatnots. So the whole thing was in vain and he had a very obvious stain on his sweatpants.
EDIT: Forgot this one.
SC: *hands me a $100*
Me: *lightheartedly* Oh! I hope I have change!
SC: With the amount of gas you guys sell here you might not HAVE CHANGE?!
Me: ...no. We don't keep that kind of money in our drawer. We drop most of it in the safe.

SC: WELL THE SAFE BETTER BE CLOSE BY.
Me:

SC: WELL THEN YOU BETTER OR WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
Me: ...right. (No...no...YOU have a problem, I'm not the one the cops will be picking up later.)
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