It was a quiet night in petrol tonight. I was on the window while my CW was counting and tying up the newspapers. Someone came up to me and asked for some cigs and the Daily Star (one of our more trashier newspapers)
Me "Do we have any more Daily Stars?"
CW "No they've been counted!"
Customer "I've seen them on the floor"
Me "Sorry, once they've been counted and bundled up and put onto our system we can't sell anymore"
Customer "What! They're on the floor I've seen them! Don't tell me about being bundled up. I'm coming back tomorrow and speaking to your manager about this!" (turns to someone who is waiting to pay for fuel) "You heard him! He won't sell me a paper!"
With that he flounced back to his car in a huff and while the other customer just laughed at him. It was 8:30pm. Who buys morning mewspapers at that time at night? That's why we tie them all up at that time, because nobody buys them at night, plus I don't know of any shop that keeps it's morning newspapers available right up until closing time.
My CW was on the phone to one of our supervisors later and told her what had happened. The supervisors reply? "Forget about it, he's a knob" and they both had a good laugh over it.
Me "Do we have any more Daily Stars?"
CW "No they've been counted!"
Customer "I've seen them on the floor"
Me "Sorry, once they've been counted and bundled up and put onto our system we can't sell anymore"
Customer "What! They're on the floor I've seen them! Don't tell me about being bundled up. I'm coming back tomorrow and speaking to your manager about this!" (turns to someone who is waiting to pay for fuel) "You heard him! He won't sell me a paper!"
With that he flounced back to his car in a huff and while the other customer just laughed at him. It was 8:30pm. Who buys morning mewspapers at that time at night? That's why we tie them all up at that time, because nobody buys them at night, plus I don't know of any shop that keeps it's morning newspapers available right up until closing time.
My CW was on the phone to one of our supervisors later and told her what had happened. The supervisors reply? "Forget about it, he's a knob" and they both had a good laugh over it.
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