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This may kind of go along with threads about being hit on, or threads about really creepy customers.....but what I'm trying to make it into is a thread about customers that really make you doubt the legal system.....customers who, judging by how they act, should be back in the big house or back in the looney bin. Customers who make you wonder "Where are the police when you need them?"
In the fall of 2005, I'd been at the gas station for about 4 months. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and I'd been open for about 3 hours. My manager had just showed up and disappeared into the office to do paperwork.
In comes this rough looking man of child molestor/rapist/drug addict proportions. To put it simply, and I know it's rude to judge, but he looked about as trustworthy as OJ Simpson. He was straggly looking with a dirty flannel sweater, a holey tshirt, and even holier jeans......along with dirt and all sorts of other assets that just made you want to gag and say "Gross".
He comes up to me and says "Whatsa pretty girl like yous doin in a gas station?" To which I ignored his pitiful flirting and coldy responded, "Making a living."
He looks around the gas station a bit, and says, "Ye know, I feels a bit weird being in another one of these stores again. I just got done doin 5 years for shootin up a gas station!"
My jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes became the size of Eisenhower coins.
He went on with, "The clerk said he wusnt gonna gimme my smokes cuz I didnt gots no ID on me, so I got real mad and pulled out ma gun and shot da place up!"
My heart started to race, and I shook as I scanned his beer and sent him on his way. I was so relieved when my manager came in and I told her the story. She said she'd remember to ask the morning cop (the one that made an every morning appearance during weekdays at the store) if anyone had escaped the prison *25 miles away* lately.
Another time was when I was working an evening shift. It was rather quiet and an odd night. I wondered where all the looney customers went, and why I'd gone practically an hour without a customer. Well....watch what you wonder.....in comes this hefty, creepy looking guy and an even creepier looking kid (I shit you not, the child had one eye that was half again the size of the other!). He asked if we sold any toys for kids.....and I looked at him like he was Frankenstein.
Then he gets a sick smile on his face, shows me his wretched, rotted teeth, and says, "So, do you have a boyfriend?" to which I coldly lie and respond, "YES!" and he backs off, takes the ugly kid with him, and leaves.
I continue having no customers and continue standing around and staring at the clock. Then the phone rang.
M= ME CF= Creepy F*ck
M= Entitlement Store, this is blas, how can I help you?
CF= Yeah uh...I was just in there a while ago....I was too shy to ask but uh....can I get your number?
M(not going to put up with shit)= NO!
CF= Ahh...so you're one of those girls huh....
M= Excuse me?
CF= You're a MEAN girl, aren't you?
M= I guess so!
CF= (all of a sudden screaming)= DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHOW YOU WHAT I DO TO MEAN GIRLS?!
I hung up the phone, immediately called the police and my manager. I had a cop wait for me to finish closing the store (there wasn't much longer, anyways) and he'd see that I took off home safe, and my manager stayed with me as well. She was tired, but extremely angry. This wasn't the first time one of her fellow female employees was harrassed and threatened. My manager herself has put several restraining orders against men, not all of them customers, but she's been there before.
Psycho fatty and his ugly kid never came back, thank God. I don't know what it is about me, but something always attracts those damn crazy creepy folk. Who the hell lets these nuts out of prison or the looney bin anyways?
In the fall of 2005, I'd been at the gas station for about 4 months. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and I'd been open for about 3 hours. My manager had just showed up and disappeared into the office to do paperwork.
In comes this rough looking man of child molestor/rapist/drug addict proportions. To put it simply, and I know it's rude to judge, but he looked about as trustworthy as OJ Simpson. He was straggly looking with a dirty flannel sweater, a holey tshirt, and even holier jeans......along with dirt and all sorts of other assets that just made you want to gag and say "Gross".
He comes up to me and says "Whatsa pretty girl like yous doin in a gas station?" To which I ignored his pitiful flirting and coldy responded, "Making a living."
He looks around the gas station a bit, and says, "Ye know, I feels a bit weird being in another one of these stores again. I just got done doin 5 years for shootin up a gas station!"
My jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes became the size of Eisenhower coins.
He went on with, "The clerk said he wusnt gonna gimme my smokes cuz I didnt gots no ID on me, so I got real mad and pulled out ma gun and shot da place up!"
My heart started to race, and I shook as I scanned his beer and sent him on his way. I was so relieved when my manager came in and I told her the story. She said she'd remember to ask the morning cop (the one that made an every morning appearance during weekdays at the store) if anyone had escaped the prison *25 miles away* lately.
Another time was when I was working an evening shift. It was rather quiet and an odd night. I wondered where all the looney customers went, and why I'd gone practically an hour without a customer. Well....watch what you wonder.....in comes this hefty, creepy looking guy and an even creepier looking kid (I shit you not, the child had one eye that was half again the size of the other!). He asked if we sold any toys for kids.....and I looked at him like he was Frankenstein.
Then he gets a sick smile on his face, shows me his wretched, rotted teeth, and says, "So, do you have a boyfriend?" to which I coldly lie and respond, "YES!" and he backs off, takes the ugly kid with him, and leaves.
I continue having no customers and continue standing around and staring at the clock. Then the phone rang.
M= ME CF= Creepy F*ck
M= Entitlement Store, this is blas, how can I help you?
CF= Yeah uh...I was just in there a while ago....I was too shy to ask but uh....can I get your number?
M(not going to put up with shit)= NO!
CF= Ahh...so you're one of those girls huh....
M= Excuse me?
CF= You're a MEAN girl, aren't you?
M= I guess so!
CF= (all of a sudden screaming)= DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHOW YOU WHAT I DO TO MEAN GIRLS?!
I hung up the phone, immediately called the police and my manager. I had a cop wait for me to finish closing the store (there wasn't much longer, anyways) and he'd see that I took off home safe, and my manager stayed with me as well. She was tired, but extremely angry. This wasn't the first time one of her fellow female employees was harrassed and threatened. My manager herself has put several restraining orders against men, not all of them customers, but she's been there before.
Psycho fatty and his ugly kid never came back, thank God. I don't know what it is about me, but something always attracts those damn crazy creepy folk. Who the hell lets these nuts out of prison or the looney bin anyways?
And I even went further than you. I scared one off with a gun, put one in jail, and they STILL keep coming around.
Would your boss allow you to carry pepper spray or any other weapon on you at that job?
Thankfully, my mom spotted this and made her way over like a shot. The guy took off, but eee-yikes. </threadjack>
So.....he's so FABULOUS that only a mean girl would refuse his advances? Methinks not. 
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