I work in a convenience store. We sell rolling papers. We even have some of those 'flavored' ones that people like to use for things other than tobacco. And they generally make no secret of what they're using them for. I consistently get asked some variation on the following question:
"Are those [insert flavor here] papers any good?"
I don't smoke. Cigarettes or anything else. They always look shocked when I tell them this. But the following incident takes the cake.
C: I need twenty in gas.
M: The green car?
C: Yeah. That'll be all unless you wanna hook me up with the smoke. *mimes smoking a joint*
M: *To self: Did he just ask to buy pot from me?!* Er...I don't smoke.
C: You don't smoke?
M: No...
C: Well why not?
M: ...Because I don't?
So he goes out, pumps his gas, and comes back in. And I'm left wondering why the hell people think I'm a pot head.
C: Give me some gum! *standing at the counter like I'm supposed to go get it for him*
M: What?
C: Gum!
M: It's...over...there...*points to candy aisle*
C: Stop looking at me like I'm f'ing remedial! I got money that would make your bank account look pathetic! I'm not f'ing remedial!
M: *is speechless, rings up gum and doesn't say a word*
C: *goes out muttering things I cannot understand*
I don't know how one would look at a person as if they were 'remedial,' but okay. That expression on my face was shock, because not only did you ask me to sell you weed, which I DO NOT SMOKE, you acted like you expected ME to go get you a pack of gum. Sorry, this may be a convenience store, but it's not THAT convenient. You don't place orders here.
Some days I want to take a baseball bat to work with me and just hit the stupid people.
"Are those [insert flavor here] papers any good?"
I don't smoke. Cigarettes or anything else. They always look shocked when I tell them this. But the following incident takes the cake.
C: I need twenty in gas.
M: The green car?
C: Yeah. That'll be all unless you wanna hook me up with the smoke. *mimes smoking a joint*
M: *To self: Did he just ask to buy pot from me?!* Er...I don't smoke.
C: You don't smoke?
M: No...
C: Well why not?
M: ...Because I don't?
So he goes out, pumps his gas, and comes back in. And I'm left wondering why the hell people think I'm a pot head.
C: Give me some gum! *standing at the counter like I'm supposed to go get it for him*
M: What?
C: Gum!
M: It's...over...there...*points to candy aisle*
C: Stop looking at me like I'm f'ing remedial! I got money that would make your bank account look pathetic! I'm not f'ing remedial!
M: *is speechless, rings up gum and doesn't say a word*
C: *goes out muttering things I cannot understand*
I don't know how one would look at a person as if they were 'remedial,' but okay. That expression on my face was shock, because not only did you ask me to sell you weed, which I DO NOT SMOKE, you acted like you expected ME to go get you a pack of gum. Sorry, this may be a convenience store, but it's not THAT convenient. You don't place orders here.
Some days I want to take a baseball bat to work with me and just hit the stupid people.
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