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This happened to me a little while ago... there is a semi-regular at my shop, who we shall call Stinks O'Weed. Because he does. Because he grows weed. Although he doesn't sell. Which is sensible since he works (indirectly) for the local council.
A little context- It's just coming up to 8am, I am flying solo due to sucky coworker not coming in for her shift... doing fairly well so far, just finishing off the morning delivery of fresh goods in a part of the store where I cannot see the tills or the door- unavoidable due to the moronic layout- and running back to check for customers every minute or so...
I hear the door chime, and on my way back to see if someone was waiting at the till (literally 4 seconds), I hear the cry...
ANYONE SERVING???!!!
Oh it's Stinks O'Weed
I see him standing near the till while he is mid-bellow. I nod to him and say "Morning, I'll just be a second!"- that second being the one it would take me to jump behind the till. Just as I'm saying this another customer walks in, Picks up a paper and queues up behind Stinky.
"Never mind 'just a second'! Hurry up!" he growls, while I am getting behind the counter.
As I look up to take his order of cigarettes and scratchcards, I notice that the girl behind him is another semi-regular with whom I have a good rapport. I smile and nod at her, finish up with Stinky, who is now glowering at me, and serve her.
Stinky leaves, but stands just outside the door while I'm serving the girl. When she leaves, He comes back to the counter in silence, picks up a pack of gum from the front counter, pays for it, and while I am handing him his change, he leans over the counter right into my face, snarling, the stench of smoked cannabis fuming from his face and clothes...
"If you ever look at me like that again, I'll smash your F---in face in!"
I'm shocked. Rabbit in the headlights shocked. Mental processes interrupted... my mouth farts
"Look like what?"
He growls. Audibly. His fist clenches, He bears his teeth... the gold one shining brightly in the early morning light. He is not a happy bunny.
I back up a step, and look innocently towards the security camera by the till station. He backs down, still in a slow cold fury, and storms out...
Epilogue:
A couple of weeks later, while I was serving a customer, Stinky walked in all sunshine & happiness, grabbed a paper and came straight to me, gushing apologies to me and shaking his head (for some reason...?) and ambles away contently.
There's some f---in weirdos round here.
This happened to me a little while ago... there is a semi-regular at my shop, who we shall call Stinks O'Weed. Because he does. Because he grows weed. Although he doesn't sell. Which is sensible since he works (indirectly) for the local council.
A little context- It's just coming up to 8am, I am flying solo due to sucky coworker not coming in for her shift... doing fairly well so far, just finishing off the morning delivery of fresh goods in a part of the store where I cannot see the tills or the door- unavoidable due to the moronic layout- and running back to check for customers every minute or so...
I hear the door chime, and on my way back to see if someone was waiting at the till (literally 4 seconds), I hear the cry...
ANYONE SERVING???!!!
Oh it's Stinks O'Weed
I see him standing near the till while he is mid-bellow. I nod to him and say "Morning, I'll just be a second!"- that second being the one it would take me to jump behind the till. Just as I'm saying this another customer walks in, Picks up a paper and queues up behind Stinky.
"Never mind 'just a second'! Hurry up!" he growls, while I am getting behind the counter.
As I look up to take his order of cigarettes and scratchcards, I notice that the girl behind him is another semi-regular with whom I have a good rapport. I smile and nod at her, finish up with Stinky, who is now glowering at me, and serve her.
Stinky leaves, but stands just outside the door while I'm serving the girl. When she leaves, He comes back to the counter in silence, picks up a pack of gum from the front counter, pays for it, and while I am handing him his change, he leans over the counter right into my face, snarling, the stench of smoked cannabis fuming from his face and clothes...
"If you ever look at me like that again, I'll smash your F---in face in!"
I'm shocked. Rabbit in the headlights shocked. Mental processes interrupted... my mouth farts
"Look like what?"
He growls. Audibly. His fist clenches, He bears his teeth... the gold one shining brightly in the early morning light. He is not a happy bunny.
I back up a step, and look innocently towards the security camera by the till station. He backs down, still in a slow cold fury, and storms out...
Epilogue:
A couple of weeks later, while I was serving a customer, Stinky walked in all sunshine & happiness, grabbed a paper and came straight to me, gushing apologies to me and shaking his head (for some reason...?) and ambles away contently.
There's some f---in weirdos round here.
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