In December 2005, at a piddly ma and pa gas station.
Not a creature was stirring, only an 18 year old blas, ready to go home and spend a few hours with her best friend at the time, then go home to her family and go to bed with her loving pets.
It was getting so dead, there hadn't been a customer in quite a while. So I called my manager and got her blessing to close early.
Not a moment after I had a brain fart and went to shut off the lights before I locked the doors (damn, I'm dumb), every car coming down the street pulled into the station.
So I tried to get them all out as quick as I could, but I could not get away from my register long enough to lock that other door, and people just kept coming. And coming.
It was as if they just *knew* I was trying to close up early.
I finally got down to the last person, and was walking behind her to lock the door, when in bursts this small family of people a little older than my parents, demanding to know why I was trying to lock the door and why they couldn't really quick get some gas and cigarettes.
Unfortunately for me, just 30 minutes or so later, I left and went to my friend's house....and guess who her family's guests were that night?
Yep. The family.
And they started yelling at me about how I "made" them go to Kwik Trip instead (well, what's the problem there, they have cheaper cigarettes anyway!!) and they lied that the lights were still on and there was no way of knowing that I was truly closed. Liars. Liars.
Not a creature was stirring, only an 18 year old blas, ready to go home and spend a few hours with her best friend at the time, then go home to her family and go to bed with her loving pets.
It was getting so dead, there hadn't been a customer in quite a while. So I called my manager and got her blessing to close early.
Not a moment after I had a brain fart and went to shut off the lights before I locked the doors (damn, I'm dumb), every car coming down the street pulled into the station.
So I tried to get them all out as quick as I could, but I could not get away from my register long enough to lock that other door, and people just kept coming. And coming.
It was as if they just *knew* I was trying to close up early.
I finally got down to the last person, and was walking behind her to lock the door, when in bursts this small family of people a little older than my parents, demanding to know why I was trying to lock the door and why they couldn't really quick get some gas and cigarettes.
Unfortunately for me, just 30 minutes or so later, I left and went to my friend's house....and guess who her family's guests were that night?
Yep. The family.
And they started yelling at me about how I "made" them go to Kwik Trip instead (well, what's the problem there, they have cheaper cigarettes anyway!!) and they lied that the lights were still on and there was no way of knowing that I was truly closed. Liars. Liars.
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