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Ah, full moon night shifts. They were...not as horrible as I had thought. Nothing extremely sucky, anyway. Just...bits and pieces. This is from Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights, so forgive me if my memory isn't entirely accurate.
I...Bu...Wha?
Waiting on a small line of customers, I noticed a man behind them with a rag in his hand. I thought it was a handkercheif of some sort, so I thought nothing of it. Then he approached the counter, and proceeded to make my brain go 'whaaaaaa?' He held out the rag, explaining something about getting some sort of paint on his flooring, and wanting to put some gas on the rag, and that all he had was six cents. He wanted to prepay for six cents in gas. Yes, you read that right. Six. Cents. Needless to say, the system wouldn't let me do that small of a prepay. Good thing he stopped just a penny over. Seriously, though, that has to be the strangest request I have EVER heard pertaining to gas!
Let's Play The 'Change Items Until I Can Afford It' Game
I had a guy, late tweens early teens maybe, come in and try to buy a Powerade. He didn't have enough money. He proceeded to switch to a Propel. Still not enough money. Two voids later, he ended up with a 99 cent bottle of water. I kind of felt sorry for the kid, but at least he got it figured out.
Don't Act Like You're Paying Separately If You Aren't!
Two teen boys came in, both grabbed a Powerade. They get to counter, and to all appearances seem to be paying separately. Imagine my surprise when both walked out after the first paid for his bottle of Powerade. I had to go after them and get the other one to come back and pay for his. Seems he had meant for his buddy to pay for it, because Powerade is on sale right now. That's all good and well, but you were pulling your money out and everything as if you were paying on your own, and you never even slid your Powerade over for him to pay for. I had not a clue. Now pay up and leave, thanks!
Use the OTHER restroom!
The women's restroom is out of order at work. I'm not sure what's wrong, I think something with the toilet. All I know is it's been out of order since last week, when I was on vacation. We have another restroom--the men's room, of course--and it's right across from the women's room, and perfectly usable by all. How many people do you think saw the out of order on the women's room door and walked out? Too many to count. Then I got brilliant questions like "Can I use the men's room?" or a blank stare and "Oh...it says out of order..." Yes, because it IS out of order. Yes, you can use the men's room. It has a toilet, just like the women's. Don't look at me like a small child about to piss themselves because of a simple sign on a door.
GK, You can have your customer back! Really!
This one, I would've sworn moved from up GK's way, except the name was familiar. They called the front line to order a pizza. Annoying, but it happens. So, I grab an order slip and ask her what she'd like. Here's when I have flashbacks to GK's posts.
SC: "Uhh...What kind of toppings do y'all do?"
ME: *my brain comes to a screeching halt at this question and actually needs a few seconds to reboot and process**
Now, I understand if you haven't ordered with us before. That's fine. Thing is...don't most pizza places use the same basic toppings? The kicker was, she didn't know what toppings we had, but somehow knew what our current special is. Perhaps she drove by, saw the signage, and though 'ooh I want', then remembered she didn't know wtf we had when she called? I don't even know. All I know is I was so thrown by her question that my brain literally froze for a second in 'wtf' confusion before I gathered myself and listed off our toppings. Yeah...I politely gave her a menu to take home when she came to pick her pizza up. Then she saw taco pizza on the menu, and was all 'you didn't say taco!'. All I could do was apologize, and give her a 'well, now you know for next time' type customer friendly reply. You asked for toppings, lady, not what specialties we have.
I'm Not Your Bitch
I have a lot of wise asses come in. Just guys who are 'the man' and try to be all joking jolly with me, but aren't really funny. Wednesday, a guy came in, and as he was crossing the store from one end to the counter (in his path of which was a chip display), saw me by the chips that are on a shelf under our warmers, and barked out "grab me a bag a barbeque, would ya?" I grabbed his bag of chips, but it wasn't without a 'WTF? Really?' look on my face. I am not your bitch, or your personal shopper.
Do You Really Need All That?
This isn't really sucky, more just a wtf. Guy came in last night, and proceeded to do some shopping for what he called 'food for tomorrow'. He was a farmer, I think, getting stuff for the field. He kept bringing stuff to the counter for a while, and I had to force myself not to go all bug eyed at the amount of items on my counter. I rang him up, and nearly choked on the total that it all came to. He had two 5-can logs of chew and two newspapers, but other than that he had all junk food--cookies, candy, beef jerky, chips, etc--and his total was just over $104.00! When I read him his total, he joked about me being hard on him, then told me that at least I had told him his total with a smile. Well, yeah...Inside, I was all but laughing at the sheer insanity of it. Who buys $104.00 worth of junk like that? I mean, granted c-store prices tend to be high, but still...holy shit!
After all that, thank goodness I have today off! Now...off to get some groceries. Hopefully, I won't come back with any crazy stories!
I...Bu...Wha?
Waiting on a small line of customers, I noticed a man behind them with a rag in his hand. I thought it was a handkercheif of some sort, so I thought nothing of it. Then he approached the counter, and proceeded to make my brain go 'whaaaaaa?' He held out the rag, explaining something about getting some sort of paint on his flooring, and wanting to put some gas on the rag, and that all he had was six cents. He wanted to prepay for six cents in gas. Yes, you read that right. Six. Cents. Needless to say, the system wouldn't let me do that small of a prepay. Good thing he stopped just a penny over. Seriously, though, that has to be the strangest request I have EVER heard pertaining to gas!
Let's Play The 'Change Items Until I Can Afford It' Game
I had a guy, late tweens early teens maybe, come in and try to buy a Powerade. He didn't have enough money. He proceeded to switch to a Propel. Still not enough money. Two voids later, he ended up with a 99 cent bottle of water. I kind of felt sorry for the kid, but at least he got it figured out.
Don't Act Like You're Paying Separately If You Aren't!
Two teen boys came in, both grabbed a Powerade. They get to counter, and to all appearances seem to be paying separately. Imagine my surprise when both walked out after the first paid for his bottle of Powerade. I had to go after them and get the other one to come back and pay for his. Seems he had meant for his buddy to pay for it, because Powerade is on sale right now. That's all good and well, but you were pulling your money out and everything as if you were paying on your own, and you never even slid your Powerade over for him to pay for. I had not a clue. Now pay up and leave, thanks!
Use the OTHER restroom!
The women's restroom is out of order at work. I'm not sure what's wrong, I think something with the toilet. All I know is it's been out of order since last week, when I was on vacation. We have another restroom--the men's room, of course--and it's right across from the women's room, and perfectly usable by all. How many people do you think saw the out of order on the women's room door and walked out? Too many to count. Then I got brilliant questions like "Can I use the men's room?" or a blank stare and "Oh...it says out of order..." Yes, because it IS out of order. Yes, you can use the men's room. It has a toilet, just like the women's. Don't look at me like a small child about to piss themselves because of a simple sign on a door.
GK, You can have your customer back! Really!
This one, I would've sworn moved from up GK's way, except the name was familiar. They called the front line to order a pizza. Annoying, but it happens. So, I grab an order slip and ask her what she'd like. Here's when I have flashbacks to GK's posts.
SC: "Uhh...What kind of toppings do y'all do?"
ME: *my brain comes to a screeching halt at this question and actually needs a few seconds to reboot and process**
Now, I understand if you haven't ordered with us before. That's fine. Thing is...don't most pizza places use the same basic toppings? The kicker was, she didn't know what toppings we had, but somehow knew what our current special is. Perhaps she drove by, saw the signage, and though 'ooh I want', then remembered she didn't know wtf we had when she called? I don't even know. All I know is I was so thrown by her question that my brain literally froze for a second in 'wtf' confusion before I gathered myself and listed off our toppings. Yeah...I politely gave her a menu to take home when she came to pick her pizza up. Then she saw taco pizza on the menu, and was all 'you didn't say taco!'. All I could do was apologize, and give her a 'well, now you know for next time' type customer friendly reply. You asked for toppings, lady, not what specialties we have.
I'm Not Your Bitch
I have a lot of wise asses come in. Just guys who are 'the man' and try to be all joking jolly with me, but aren't really funny. Wednesday, a guy came in, and as he was crossing the store from one end to the counter (in his path of which was a chip display), saw me by the chips that are on a shelf under our warmers, and barked out "grab me a bag a barbeque, would ya?" I grabbed his bag of chips, but it wasn't without a 'WTF? Really?' look on my face. I am not your bitch, or your personal shopper.
Do You Really Need All That?
This isn't really sucky, more just a wtf. Guy came in last night, and proceeded to do some shopping for what he called 'food for tomorrow'. He was a farmer, I think, getting stuff for the field. He kept bringing stuff to the counter for a while, and I had to force myself not to go all bug eyed at the amount of items on my counter. I rang him up, and nearly choked on the total that it all came to. He had two 5-can logs of chew and two newspapers, but other than that he had all junk food--cookies, candy, beef jerky, chips, etc--and his total was just over $104.00! When I read him his total, he joked about me being hard on him, then told me that at least I had told him his total with a smile. Well, yeah...Inside, I was all but laughing at the sheer insanity of it. Who buys $104.00 worth of junk like that? I mean, granted c-store prices tend to be high, but still...holy shit!
After all that, thank goodness I have today off! Now...off to get some groceries. Hopefully, I won't come back with any crazy stories!
, and, like my Grandfather used to say, 'A terlet's a terlet, so piss or get out the way.'. 
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