I worked at a rest stop over the past summer. The SCs wer always it seemed out in force. They let me go/ fired me this month, because they " didn't need as many people" .
Sorry for the rather lengthy intro, anyway...
Ketchup!
I'm refilling the ketchup space, and a guy with his family come up
Me: Ta da!
SC: SC
SCW: Sc's wife
( are thought i didn't dare express)
SC: Ketchup! Ketchup! Ketchup! ( to me) Hey, you! Ketchup!
Me: Sir?
SC: Oh for crying out loud ... Ketchup!!
Me: Ketchup's right there.
SC: Where?
Me: next to the napkins.( I point out the pile of ketchup)
SC: (speaking very slowly) Where ..is.. the ...ketchup ? God, can't you speak English?
Me: (didn't I just answer you in English?)The ketchup is right here, sir.
SC: Oh. God no need to be so snotty!(takes about five handfuls of ketchup)
SCW: This is what happens when you're retarded, boys you end up like him!( points to me)
ID blues
While working at WM I was ringing up a youngish lady she seemed to be in her late teens early twenties.
SC: SC
Me:
CSM: CSM
M: manager
SC: Cigarettes! Marlboro!
Me: May I see ID please.
SC: no.
Me: Sorry I can't sell you cigarettes then.
SC: Get. me. cigarettes now.
Me: I'm sorry but without ID I can't sell you cigarettes,
SC: Grr! you just wanna steal my identity, so you don't have to work a retarded job like this. Get me your manger! Now!
Me: Okay!
CSM: Hey Grape, what's up?
SC : He won't sell me cigarettes.
CSM: Did you give him ID?
SC: No and I won't it's none of your business how old I am!
CSM: Well, I'm soeey but we need to see your ID. To verify that you can legally purchase tobacco.
SC: I don't want tobacco I want cigarettes.
CSM: Cigarettes are a tobacco product.
SC: Whatever just sell me some.
CSM: I'm sorry but we can't without ID.
SC: Manager!
CSM pages for manager)
M: Hi how can i help?
SC: My civil rights are being violated! your pair of retards won't sell me cigarettes. They say I need ID.
M: First, please don't insult employees, secondly we cannot sell you cigarettes without proper ID
SC: YOU JUST WANNA STEAL MY IDENTITY!! I'LL TELL MY MOM ON YOU!!!
M: Ma'am calm down.
SC: F-ck you c-nt!
M: Please leave my store!
SC: You are violating my civil f-cking rights! F-cker! I am the customer you must do what I say!
M: Ma'am please leave the store.
SC: You all are retarded anyway!! F-ck you!!
( maybe she's related to the telephone lady in my previous tale of woe)
Later I find out that she complained to home office and home office, surprisingly stuck by us! Yay!
Sorry for the rather lengthy intro, anyway...
Ketchup!
I'm refilling the ketchup space, and a guy with his family come up
Me: Ta da!
SC: SC
SCW: Sc's wife
( are thought i didn't dare express)
SC: Ketchup! Ketchup! Ketchup! ( to me) Hey, you! Ketchup!
Me: Sir?
SC: Oh for crying out loud ... Ketchup!!
Me: Ketchup's right there.
SC: Where?
Me: next to the napkins.( I point out the pile of ketchup)
SC: (speaking very slowly) Where ..is.. the ...ketchup ? God, can't you speak English?
Me: (didn't I just answer you in English?)The ketchup is right here, sir.
SC: Oh. God no need to be so snotty!(takes about five handfuls of ketchup)
SCW: This is what happens when you're retarded, boys you end up like him!( points to me)
ID blues
While working at WM I was ringing up a youngish lady she seemed to be in her late teens early twenties.
SC: SC
Me:

CSM: CSM
M: manager
SC: Cigarettes! Marlboro!
Me: May I see ID please.
SC: no.
Me: Sorry I can't sell you cigarettes then.
SC: Get. me. cigarettes now.
Me: I'm sorry but without ID I can't sell you cigarettes,
SC: Grr! you just wanna steal my identity, so you don't have to work a retarded job like this. Get me your manger! Now!
Me: Okay!
CSM: Hey Grape, what's up?
SC : He won't sell me cigarettes.
CSM: Did you give him ID?
SC: No and I won't it's none of your business how old I am!
CSM: Well, I'm soeey but we need to see your ID. To verify that you can legally purchase tobacco.
SC: I don't want tobacco I want cigarettes.
CSM: Cigarettes are a tobacco product.
SC: Whatever just sell me some.
CSM: I'm sorry but we can't without ID.
SC: Manager!
CSM pages for manager)
M: Hi how can i help?
SC: My civil rights are being violated! your pair of retards won't sell me cigarettes. They say I need ID.
M: First, please don't insult employees, secondly we cannot sell you cigarettes without proper ID
SC: YOU JUST WANNA STEAL MY IDENTITY!! I'LL TELL MY MOM ON YOU!!!
M: Ma'am calm down.
SC: F-ck you c-nt!
M: Please leave my store!
SC: You are violating my civil f-cking rights! F-cker! I am the customer you must do what I say!
M: Ma'am please leave the store.
SC: You all are retarded anyway!! F-ck you!!
( maybe she's related to the telephone lady in my previous tale of woe)
Later I find out that she complained to home office and home office, surprisingly stuck by us! Yay!
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