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You'd think that those three items would never be in the same sentence. XD Basically, they refer to two SCs and one weirdo I encountered at the petrol station.
The first SC was a power dressed blonde woman who arrived during a time when we were packed to the gills with customers. Cars were queuing all down the road, every pump was immediately utilised as soon as it came free and we were in danger of running out of diesel before our delivery arrived. SC1 went on to a free pump, where the petrol cap on her car (a Sherman tank, um I mean a people carrier) wasn't directly opposite, meaning that she would have to stretch the hose over the car.
Now, we have fairly long hoses; they can stretch a considerable length. However, we do expect customers to have a measure of common sense and to do certain things to make it easier for them to reach, for example, to park as close to the pump as is humanly possible. SC1 chose to park quite a way away and still thought that the hose was of infinate length. It didn't reach her petrol cap; she aimed it and for some reason expected us to switch the pump on.
When we didn't, she came storming in and started bitching at me. I tried to explain to her that I couldn't turn the pump on til the nozzle was in the car for health and safety reasons; she was having none of it and talked right over me. Eventually, I managed to get it thru her thick skull that she had to park closer to the pump; she went outside and after moving her tank, managed to get it close enough to be able to reach with the hose. After she came in and paid, she informed me that she was never going to come back here again. As you can imagine, I was devastated by this news.
SC2 turned up a few days later. Now, SC2 went to a pump and began to fill his car; this is when a customer noticed that the hose was split and petrol was gushing out of the split. She tried to tell SC2 this. His response? "Fuck off, bitch." Customer was understandably annoyed by this, so came in to tell us. We switched the pump off at the mains; SC2 came in and started effing and blinding once more, despite the fact that the pump was damaged and therefore by switching it off, we were actually preserving his safety.
He paid and left, bitching about us but sadly not promising to never return.
The weirdo was this guy who asked me, in a manner that seemed to suggest that Colonel Gaddafi was a personal friend of mine, whether Colonel Gaddafi was going to affect the oil supplies in Libya. I was much astonished by this question, as I wasn't aware that Colonel Gaddafi was among my Facebook friends and had to tell the weirdo that I didn't know.
The first SC was a power dressed blonde woman who arrived during a time when we were packed to the gills with customers. Cars were queuing all down the road, every pump was immediately utilised as soon as it came free and we were in danger of running out of diesel before our delivery arrived. SC1 went on to a free pump, where the petrol cap on her car (a Sherman tank, um I mean a people carrier) wasn't directly opposite, meaning that she would have to stretch the hose over the car.
Now, we have fairly long hoses; they can stretch a considerable length. However, we do expect customers to have a measure of common sense and to do certain things to make it easier for them to reach, for example, to park as close to the pump as is humanly possible. SC1 chose to park quite a way away and still thought that the hose was of infinate length. It didn't reach her petrol cap; she aimed it and for some reason expected us to switch the pump on.
When we didn't, she came storming in and started bitching at me. I tried to explain to her that I couldn't turn the pump on til the nozzle was in the car for health and safety reasons; she was having none of it and talked right over me. Eventually, I managed to get it thru her thick skull that she had to park closer to the pump; she went outside and after moving her tank, managed to get it close enough to be able to reach with the hose. After she came in and paid, she informed me that she was never going to come back here again. As you can imagine, I was devastated by this news.
SC2 turned up a few days later. Now, SC2 went to a pump and began to fill his car; this is when a customer noticed that the hose was split and petrol was gushing out of the split. She tried to tell SC2 this. His response? "Fuck off, bitch." Customer was understandably annoyed by this, so came in to tell us. We switched the pump off at the mains; SC2 came in and started effing and blinding once more, despite the fact that the pump was damaged and therefore by switching it off, we were actually preserving his safety.
He paid and left, bitching about us but sadly not promising to never return.The weirdo was this guy who asked me, in a manner that seemed to suggest that Colonel Gaddafi was a personal friend of mine, whether Colonel Gaddafi was going to affect the oil supplies in Libya. I was much astonished by this question, as I wasn't aware that Colonel Gaddafi was among my Facebook friends and had to tell the weirdo that I didn't know.
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(I can't remember if Phil Indude said if she had stated a reason). The booth was rather hidden from the street, which was a very busy downtown one, that had a heavily used Interstate offramp dumped out onto it. In fact, IIRC, she had come off the freeway.
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