100 Dollars
Don't bring it.
Me: Do you have anything smaller?
SC: They're all the same size, hyuk hyuk.
Me: *not in the mood* Do you have a card?
SC: I don't wanna use it.
Me: Okay then, *drops the $100 bill in the safe and pulls out 100 dollars in ones and fives*
SC: Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute, I have a money clip, I can't have that in there!
Me: This is all I'm authorized to give, if you give me a hundred this is what's going to happen.
SC: Can't I have 20s?
Me: I don't HAVE 20s.
SC: Tens?!
Me: I don't HAVE tens. That's why I asked you if you had anything smaller.
SC: Oh my God...Jesus...okay, can I take it back, I'll use the card.
Me: I can't open the safe to get it back once it's in there. *counts all the change* This should be 90 dollars.
SC: *stares at brick of bills* Uhhhh..........shit. It shouldn't take this long to change a 100 dollar bill, why the...oh my god...I don't...can't we..........fuck this. *takes stack of bills and leaves.*
Hey. I Hate You.
SC: (While standing where there IS NO REGISTER) HEY, HEY YOU.
Me: *looks up from what I'm doing*
SC: GIVE ME NEWPORT, 100s!
Me: ..................right. I have a register over here.
SC: *Huffy sigh and walks over to my register*
Me: They're 6.06.
SC: How much?!
Me: 6.06.
SC: ...hmmm...*roots through wallet*
Really? You were going to have me give you cigarettes when there WAS NO REGISTER to scan them and then you didn't even know what you were supposed to give me or how much money you had? Sounds like you were gonna run off with them and you wanted to pick the person you thought would be confused enough to hand them over. Uh yeah, I've worked there WAY longer than any of the other guys who were at their registers and I'm the LEAST scatterbrained. Nice try.
Fiddeen.
The word "fiddeen" might mean something to you but it certainly does not mean anything to me. Is it a code word that's supposed to start the apocalypse? You obviously have given your code word out to the wrong person. There are several of us girls who work here who look the same so I can understand your mistake but I'm terribly sorry for your misfortune. There will be no end of days today. What's this twenty dollar bill for? A tip for breaking the last of the Beams? No thank you, it's just a pleasure to use my psychic powers, I don't need payment. Oh...wait...you wanted twenty prepaid. Oh well which pump?
Fiddeen...fiddeen...
FIFTEEN. Ah. Mystery solved. Go die in a fire.
Don't bring it.
Me: Do you have anything smaller?
SC: They're all the same size, hyuk hyuk.
Me: *not in the mood* Do you have a card?
SC: I don't wanna use it.
Me: Okay then, *drops the $100 bill in the safe and pulls out 100 dollars in ones and fives*
SC: Whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute, I have a money clip, I can't have that in there!
Me: This is all I'm authorized to give, if you give me a hundred this is what's going to happen.
SC: Can't I have 20s?
Me: I don't HAVE 20s.
SC: Tens?!
Me: I don't HAVE tens. That's why I asked you if you had anything smaller.
SC: Oh my God...Jesus...okay, can I take it back, I'll use the card.
Me: I can't open the safe to get it back once it's in there. *counts all the change* This should be 90 dollars.
SC: *stares at brick of bills* Uhhhh..........shit. It shouldn't take this long to change a 100 dollar bill, why the...oh my god...I don't...can't we..........fuck this. *takes stack of bills and leaves.*
Hey. I Hate You.
SC: (While standing where there IS NO REGISTER) HEY, HEY YOU.
Me: *looks up from what I'm doing*
SC: GIVE ME NEWPORT, 100s!
Me: ..................right. I have a register over here.
SC: *Huffy sigh and walks over to my register*
Me: They're 6.06.
SC: How much?!
Me: 6.06.
SC: ...hmmm...*roots through wallet*
Really? You were going to have me give you cigarettes when there WAS NO REGISTER to scan them and then you didn't even know what you were supposed to give me or how much money you had? Sounds like you were gonna run off with them and you wanted to pick the person you thought would be confused enough to hand them over. Uh yeah, I've worked there WAY longer than any of the other guys who were at their registers and I'm the LEAST scatterbrained. Nice try.
Fiddeen.
The word "fiddeen" might mean something to you but it certainly does not mean anything to me. Is it a code word that's supposed to start the apocalypse? You obviously have given your code word out to the wrong person. There are several of us girls who work here who look the same so I can understand your mistake but I'm terribly sorry for your misfortune. There will be no end of days today. What's this twenty dollar bill for? A tip for breaking the last of the Beams? No thank you, it's just a pleasure to use my psychic powers, I don't need payment. Oh...wait...you wanted twenty prepaid. Oh well which pump?
Fiddeen...fiddeen...
FIFTEEN. Ah. Mystery solved. Go die in a fire.
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