So this one will be pretty short.
As I have mentioned in a couple of blogs now I work at a convenience store where I get the divine pleasure of telling drunk people no. The bars had just closed and so I get a flock of last minuet people coming in to buy the last round of booze (or try to anyways.) SC staggers in, cuts in front of the huge line of lushes, and flops a couple of five down on the counter.
SC: ( with blood shot eyes and slurred voice) I want *Wobble* a tin of chew and a forty of Mickey’s! *Wobble*
Me: I’ll be happy to sell you the chew but I think you’ve had enough to drink.
SC: But I’m 21.
Me: Annnd you’re drunk.
SC: Im not drunk *wobble* I’m buzzed.
Lather, rinse, repeat at nauseam.
Me after almost ten mins of arguing: Ok, you need to leave now. You’re holding up the line (but they were all laughing at this point so not a huge deal…but he didn’t need to know that)
SC at last ditch effort: But I’m 21, I’m legally able to buy alcohol.
Me: Unless you’re drunk.
He then starts ranting at me how he’s going to call headquarters and I’m going to lose my job blah blah blah blah blah.
Me: promise? Don’t tease me.
His parting shot was calling me a bitch and wishing me luck on finding a new job. Do you know how many people come through this store threating to get me fired and it has yet to happen? But in all honesty, at this point losing this job really wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’m only doing it until I graduate from college anyway.
As I have mentioned in a couple of blogs now I work at a convenience store where I get the divine pleasure of telling drunk people no. The bars had just closed and so I get a flock of last minuet people coming in to buy the last round of booze (or try to anyways.) SC staggers in, cuts in front of the huge line of lushes, and flops a couple of five down on the counter.
SC: ( with blood shot eyes and slurred voice) I want *Wobble* a tin of chew and a forty of Mickey’s! *Wobble*
Me: I’ll be happy to sell you the chew but I think you’ve had enough to drink.
SC: But I’m 21.
Me: Annnd you’re drunk.
SC: Im not drunk *wobble* I’m buzzed.
Lather, rinse, repeat at nauseam.
Me after almost ten mins of arguing: Ok, you need to leave now. You’re holding up the line (but they were all laughing at this point so not a huge deal…but he didn’t need to know that)
SC at last ditch effort: But I’m 21, I’m legally able to buy alcohol.
Me: Unless you’re drunk.
He then starts ranting at me how he’s going to call headquarters and I’m going to lose my job blah blah blah blah blah.
Me: promise? Don’t tease me.
His parting shot was calling me a bitch and wishing me luck on finding a new job. Do you know how many people come through this store threating to get me fired and it has yet to happen? But in all honesty, at this point losing this job really wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’m only doing it until I graduate from college anyway.
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