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Lemme set the stage. It's Sunday morning at a C-Store. Hah.
Very First
SC: I want a box of Newports and a Cash Five. *puts down a card and a dollar*
Me: *Rings up everything* Your total is 7.06, *swipes card and puts the dollar in for the lottery*
SC: Wait...that's not right...I gave you...wait, seven? It's supposed to be 6.06.
Me: Yeah but you got a Cash Five ticket which is a dollar. *hands him receipt*
SC: But wait...but six...no...the Cash Five......but. It's supposed to be 6.06.
You seem to have not woken up enough to use simple math super powers. You see, sir, you are what we call the "walking dead." It's too early for you to be out and about, does your mommy know where you are? 1+1 is 2 and 6.06+1 is 7.06 and that's your total. Ta da.
Me: If you'll look at your receipt you'll see that it was 6.06 for the Newports which was taken by the card as it says on the bottom, the transaction was completed by your dollar bill for the lottery as the tickets are automatically saved on the screen because they are incapable of running as credit. So your total was 7.06.
SC: Wait...um...sure. *walks away.*
I NEED IT
SC: I need my receipt.
Me: How much was the total?
SC: I don't remember.
Me: When did you buy your products?
SC: I don't remember, maybe fifteen minutes ago.
Me: Which register?
SC: The other one. (THERE ARE TWO OTHER ONES)
Me: Alrighty, what did you buy?
SC: A *some kind of sandwich*
Me: ...okay.
I spent literally 15 minutes looking through the transactions from 15 minutes before that time for the amount that the particular sandwich would have been only to find out that it was 30 minutes ago and she had bought more than just the sandwich so her total was higher. Just as she was about to storm off all flustered and she had literally said "forget about it," I found it. She HAD TO HAVE IT. :\ Odd. Just really odd. She just wanted to check her rewards. Priorities...she has them. Receipt=Top.
19
I know it's a magical number. It's practically a holy number for us Dark Tower fans but I digress. You seem to be mistaking my convenience store for a different one. You're having delusions. Really, are you feeling okay? Feverish maybe? If you're not mentally or physically ill then I'm not sure how to explain this. Maybe if I squint really hard I'll be able to see 19. Way out there. In the parking lot. Off in the mirages. That's it. It must be so hot out there that you're seeing mirages.
No sir, I can't put 30 on pump 19. Why? Because there IS NO PUMP 19. It's best we get that cold hard fact out of the way before we proceed. Now...this begs the question...where did you park your car?
I Seem to Have WON.
I didn't get a license plate. It doesn't matter. Why? Because our drive off perps today are going to have a bit of a shock when they look at their gas gage. Seems the fellow was in such a hurry to put the pump back and get back in his car that he didn't even look to see how much he pumped. Oops. Did I hit that red button? Oh I did, didn't I? I'm terribly sorry you only got a little more than a gallon of gas. Awful of me, wasn't it?
I wish I could have seen their faces when they realized they didn't have a full tank like they thought they were getting.
I think I'm just going to start doing that from now on. Whenever I get a feeling about a car I'm just going to stop the pump from pumping the full amount. If they come in to pay or to complain I'm going to just tell them that the pump is a little wonky and I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Honestly I get a feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see certain people and certain cars on certain pumps. It's like a premonition kinda. I'll just stop them at 10 dollars even or as close as I can get to minimize the damages from here on out. No more games and no more being nice and letting people have the benefit of the doubt. The main reason I feel like this is a good idea: My "feelings" are 99% accurate. That's not bad odds for me.
Very First
SC: I want a box of Newports and a Cash Five. *puts down a card and a dollar*
Me: *Rings up everything* Your total is 7.06, *swipes card and puts the dollar in for the lottery*
SC: Wait...that's not right...I gave you...wait, seven? It's supposed to be 6.06.
Me: Yeah but you got a Cash Five ticket which is a dollar. *hands him receipt*
SC: But wait...but six...no...the Cash Five......but. It's supposed to be 6.06.
You seem to have not woken up enough to use simple math super powers. You see, sir, you are what we call the "walking dead." It's too early for you to be out and about, does your mommy know where you are? 1+1 is 2 and 6.06+1 is 7.06 and that's your total. Ta da.
Me: If you'll look at your receipt you'll see that it was 6.06 for the Newports which was taken by the card as it says on the bottom, the transaction was completed by your dollar bill for the lottery as the tickets are automatically saved on the screen because they are incapable of running as credit. So your total was 7.06.
SC: Wait...um...sure. *walks away.*
I NEED IT
SC: I need my receipt.
Me: How much was the total?
SC: I don't remember.
Me: When did you buy your products?
SC: I don't remember, maybe fifteen minutes ago.
Me: Which register?
SC: The other one. (THERE ARE TWO OTHER ONES)
Me: Alrighty, what did you buy?
SC: A *some kind of sandwich*
Me: ...okay.
I spent literally 15 minutes looking through the transactions from 15 minutes before that time for the amount that the particular sandwich would have been only to find out that it was 30 minutes ago and she had bought more than just the sandwich so her total was higher. Just as she was about to storm off all flustered and she had literally said "forget about it," I found it. She HAD TO HAVE IT. :\ Odd. Just really odd. She just wanted to check her rewards. Priorities...she has them. Receipt=Top.
19
I know it's a magical number. It's practically a holy number for us Dark Tower fans but I digress. You seem to be mistaking my convenience store for a different one. You're having delusions. Really, are you feeling okay? Feverish maybe? If you're not mentally or physically ill then I'm not sure how to explain this. Maybe if I squint really hard I'll be able to see 19. Way out there. In the parking lot. Off in the mirages. That's it. It must be so hot out there that you're seeing mirages.
No sir, I can't put 30 on pump 19. Why? Because there IS NO PUMP 19. It's best we get that cold hard fact out of the way before we proceed. Now...this begs the question...where did you park your car?
I Seem to Have WON.
I didn't get a license plate. It doesn't matter. Why? Because our drive off perps today are going to have a bit of a shock when they look at their gas gage. Seems the fellow was in such a hurry to put the pump back and get back in his car that he didn't even look to see how much he pumped. Oops. Did I hit that red button? Oh I did, didn't I? I'm terribly sorry you only got a little more than a gallon of gas. Awful of me, wasn't it?
I wish I could have seen their faces when they realized they didn't have a full tank like they thought they were getting.
I think I'm just going to start doing that from now on. Whenever I get a feeling about a car I'm just going to stop the pump from pumping the full amount. If they come in to pay or to complain I'm going to just tell them that the pump is a little wonky and I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Honestly I get a feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see certain people and certain cars on certain pumps. It's like a premonition kinda. I'll just stop them at 10 dollars even or as close as I can get to minimize the damages from here on out. No more games and no more being nice and letting people have the benefit of the doubt. The main reason I feel like this is a good idea: My "feelings" are 99% accurate. That's not bad odds for me.
Dang it my keyboard and screen! Now my ribs hurt too..curse you Gaki 
You see, it's the mobile one, with the nice man who gets in when you get out.
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