Had one of my regulars come through my line who I haven't seen in forever due to not being exclusively Uscan the past few weeks... he does his usual thing of being a bit... uh... defensive... playing like he doesn't know what I do...
J: "Go ahead and scan one of your beers first... that way, I'll be able to clear the cigarettes without double checking you. (If I clear the ID check for beer, it ignores the check for cigarettes, since logically, you have to be older for beer anyway)"
H: *does so, after a bit of playful grumbling*
J: *scan his cigarettes after clearing the ID check, and put them in his bag*
H: "Aren't you going to swipe my credit card, too...?" *obviously playing now, I can tell by his tone and the big ol' grin plastered on his face*
J: "I what?"
H: "You're supposed to swipe my credit card... *brief silent pause* Where is my credit card?"
J: "I'm going to assume it's in your pocket...?"
H: "Aren't you going to reach in and pull it out?"
Time out: You really think I'm going to fall for that, first off... second, you're married, and I know you are. Third, eh, I've always suspected his invites to hang out might have something else to them... and, jeeze, I have contemplated taking him up on that, on nights where I've been feeling particularly lonely... but... I dunno... I guess he hit a new level of "How else can I mess with her...?"
I guess my answer basically boiled down to 'not at work, I'm not... Dinner and a movie first... maybe...'
Anyway, he tells me he has to go check on his dogs, and, oh, have you ever met my dogs? No? C'mon out and meet them.
I do follow him out to see his boxer and a shelty (I think it was a shelty) They're excited to see him, and the shelty comes over to me, so I put my hand down for her to sniff, and she goes, "Oh, okay, scratch me...!" So, I do, and regular says, "Wow, she likes you, and she likes to bite, so, you're golden."
Wait, she bites? And you didn't warn me?
But then they had to go, as he was going to take them around the corner and share an enchilada, apparently...
J: "Go ahead and scan one of your beers first... that way, I'll be able to clear the cigarettes without double checking you. (If I clear the ID check for beer, it ignores the check for cigarettes, since logically, you have to be older for beer anyway)"
H: *does so, after a bit of playful grumbling*
J: *scan his cigarettes after clearing the ID check, and put them in his bag*
H: "Aren't you going to swipe my credit card, too...?" *obviously playing now, I can tell by his tone and the big ol' grin plastered on his face*
J: "I what?"
H: "You're supposed to swipe my credit card... *brief silent pause* Where is my credit card?"
J: "I'm going to assume it's in your pocket...?"
H: "Aren't you going to reach in and pull it out?"
Time out: You really think I'm going to fall for that, first off... second, you're married, and I know you are. Third, eh, I've always suspected his invites to hang out might have something else to them... and, jeeze, I have contemplated taking him up on that, on nights where I've been feeling particularly lonely... but... I dunno... I guess he hit a new level of "How else can I mess with her...?"
I guess my answer basically boiled down to 'not at work, I'm not... Dinner and a movie first... maybe...'
Anyway, he tells me he has to go check on his dogs, and, oh, have you ever met my dogs? No? C'mon out and meet them.
I do follow him out to see his boxer and a shelty (I think it was a shelty) They're excited to see him, and the shelty comes over to me, so I put my hand down for her to sniff, and she goes, "Oh, okay, scratch me...!" So, I do, and regular says, "Wow, she likes you, and she likes to bite, so, you're golden."
Wait, she bites? And you didn't warn me?
But then they had to go, as he was going to take them around the corner and share an enchilada, apparently...
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