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You Sir, Are an Idiot
SC: Is it at all possible that your pump could have not pumped any gas?
Me: Like...you were standing there with your hand on it and it was counting up and didn't pump anything?
SC: Yeah.
Me: No.
SC: *starting to get agitated* Well cause my gas gauge is still on E.
Me: Is your gas gauge working properly?
SC: *even more agitated, is getting louder* Of course my gauge is working properly! It wouldn't just go out and not work over night!
Me: ...Well it's pretty much impossible for the gas to not come out and the counter to count it up because of the way the pump works. It can't count the money up because it's based on the amount of gallons coming out.
SC: *shouting* WELL I DON'T THINK IT DID IT RIGHT. BECAUSE THERE'S NO GAS IN MY CAR.
Me: *still calm* Well the only thing I can tell you to do sir is contact the manager in the morning because there's really nothing I can do about this right now.
SC: I NEED GAS NOOOOOOOOW!!!!
Me: Well I can make some calls but it may take a long time to get this sorted out. *picks up the phone*
SC: FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I'M GONNA GO LOOK AT IT AGAIN!!!!
Me: ...*calls manager*
He never came back in. He realized all by his wittle sewlf that he was an idiot. Or that his ploy for getting free gas wasn't going to work quite as well as he'd hoped.
Liar Liar Plants for Hire.
A guy came in and told me that we were allowed to do something that has been for a long time against policy. I told him that no, we are not allowed to do that. He proceeded to, like a child, say "YEAH YOU AAARRRE" and told me that he had put in four formal complaints (oooooooooh, fooooouuuuuur) to corporate and that corporate had fired someone because they wouldn't break policy for this guy and told him that whatever the customer wants, the customer gets.
Many things wrong with that.
1. You can't even get fired for accidentally handing out 500 dollars.
2. Corporate has sent us memos calling customers (in so many words) idiots for trying to get us to break policy and commending us on telling them to get fucked (but in the nicest possible way).
3. The company isn't that big. We get memos for all sorts of things. We didn't get one telling us to make this guy's special order all special so we're not going to do it. Period. Done.
I think I'll play with this guy a little bit more when he comes in. He seems to think that little store peons know nothing about corporate...we're not that big, dude. Every single corporate entity has a phone number in our handy dandy book and an email address where we can ask them these stupid questions like "Hey is this customer telling me the truth?" They will take the time to answer those stupid questions.
Just an Asshole
Guy comes in and overfills his slushy. The top pops off and it goes all over the little spill center thing with the drain. No biggie. But he proceeds to say "Oh are you kidding me?" and simply stands there as the slushy continues to pour out all over the drain tray and then down the wall and then on the floor..........
I see what's happening and Chuck Norris the shit out of our swing door at the registers and run over to the slushy thing and shut it off. Then I move the rug away from the still growing mountain of slushy and just kind of stare at it with my sanity snapping into a few separate pieces. He's standing there going, "I don't know what happened, this is ridiculous." I didn't even look at him. In fact I ignored him until he stormed out of the store pissed off because he didn't get a slushy. I just cleaned up the slushy with my CW and after he was gone I went a little batty and was like "Why didn't he turn it ooooooffffffffffff?!"
Not to mention that was my third day in a row I had to clean something off the floor of that store. But then again I should count my blessings. It was the first one that wasn't in the bathroom.
If I had even looked at him I would have punched him in the face.
Small
SC: This is .99.
Me: No it isn't.
SC: The sign back there said it was.
Me: That's for the [other product] It says right on the sign what it's for.
SC: Then I don't want it.
SC: Are you working or not?
Me: I'm trying to deal with something right now sir, she can serve you at the next register. (I was trying to reset a pump to fix some technical problems.)
SC: AGH.
SC: I wanna play some numbers.
Me: The lottery register is that one over there.
SC: THE SIGN SAYS THIS ONE!!!!
Me: *points at the sign* Next register.
SC: WELL YOU SHOULD TAKE THAT DOWN.
Me: ...it says "Next Register" for lottery. That's pretty clear to me.
SC: Can you do [thing that would require me to come out from behind my register area for not a really good reason]?
Me: My partner needs to come back up here first and he's in the middle of [rather long chore.]
SC: ...Well...why?
Me: .........are you serious?
SC: I need [cigarettes].
Me: X.XX
SC: *puts down a hundred*
Me: ....you're about to get a lot of ones.
SC: .......uh...how many are we talking?
Me: A lot.
SC: Like 40 plus?
Me: Like 80 plus.
SC: But...this is all I have.
Me: ...yeah. And I'm at the end of the night and you can't short me at the end of the night or it'll mess up the whole day's count.
SC: ...well I need my cigs.
Me: Then ones it is. *counts out 90-some dollars in ones*
Guy behind SC: Shiiiiiiiiit.
SC: ...........damn. *walks out with his ones*
Me: Well he won't do that again...
SC: Is it at all possible that your pump could have not pumped any gas?
Me: Like...you were standing there with your hand on it and it was counting up and didn't pump anything?
SC: Yeah.
Me: No.
SC: *starting to get agitated* Well cause my gas gauge is still on E.
Me: Is your gas gauge working properly?
SC: *even more agitated, is getting louder* Of course my gauge is working properly! It wouldn't just go out and not work over night!
Me: ...Well it's pretty much impossible for the gas to not come out and the counter to count it up because of the way the pump works. It can't count the money up because it's based on the amount of gallons coming out.
SC: *shouting* WELL I DON'T THINK IT DID IT RIGHT. BECAUSE THERE'S NO GAS IN MY CAR.
Me: *still calm* Well the only thing I can tell you to do sir is contact the manager in the morning because there's really nothing I can do about this right now.
SC: I NEED GAS NOOOOOOOOW!!!!
Me: Well I can make some calls but it may take a long time to get this sorted out. *picks up the phone*
SC: FOR FUCK'S SAKE, I'M GONNA GO LOOK AT IT AGAIN!!!!
Me: ...*calls manager*
He never came back in. He realized all by his wittle sewlf that he was an idiot. Or that his ploy for getting free gas wasn't going to work quite as well as he'd hoped.
Liar Liar Plants for Hire.
A guy came in and told me that we were allowed to do something that has been for a long time against policy. I told him that no, we are not allowed to do that. He proceeded to, like a child, say "YEAH YOU AAARRRE" and told me that he had put in four formal complaints (oooooooooh, fooooouuuuuur) to corporate and that corporate had fired someone because they wouldn't break policy for this guy and told him that whatever the customer wants, the customer gets.
Many things wrong with that.
1. You can't even get fired for accidentally handing out 500 dollars.
2. Corporate has sent us memos calling customers (in so many words) idiots for trying to get us to break policy and commending us on telling them to get fucked (but in the nicest possible way).
3. The company isn't that big. We get memos for all sorts of things. We didn't get one telling us to make this guy's special order all special so we're not going to do it. Period. Done.
I think I'll play with this guy a little bit more when he comes in. He seems to think that little store peons know nothing about corporate...we're not that big, dude. Every single corporate entity has a phone number in our handy dandy book and an email address where we can ask them these stupid questions like "Hey is this customer telling me the truth?" They will take the time to answer those stupid questions.
Just an Asshole
Guy comes in and overfills his slushy. The top pops off and it goes all over the little spill center thing with the drain. No biggie. But he proceeds to say "Oh are you kidding me?" and simply stands there as the slushy continues to pour out all over the drain tray and then down the wall and then on the floor..........
I see what's happening and Chuck Norris the shit out of our swing door at the registers and run over to the slushy thing and shut it off. Then I move the rug away from the still growing mountain of slushy and just kind of stare at it with my sanity snapping into a few separate pieces. He's standing there going, "I don't know what happened, this is ridiculous." I didn't even look at him. In fact I ignored him until he stormed out of the store pissed off because he didn't get a slushy. I just cleaned up the slushy with my CW and after he was gone I went a little batty and was like "Why didn't he turn it ooooooffffffffffff?!"
Not to mention that was my third day in a row I had to clean something off the floor of that store. But then again I should count my blessings. It was the first one that wasn't in the bathroom.
If I had even looked at him I would have punched him in the face.
Small
SC: This is .99.
Me: No it isn't.
SC: The sign back there said it was.
Me: That's for the [other product] It says right on the sign what it's for.
SC: Then I don't want it.
SC: Are you working or not?
Me: I'm trying to deal with something right now sir, she can serve you at the next register. (I was trying to reset a pump to fix some technical problems.)
SC: AGH.
SC: I wanna play some numbers.
Me: The lottery register is that one over there.
SC: THE SIGN SAYS THIS ONE!!!!
Me: *points at the sign* Next register.
SC: WELL YOU SHOULD TAKE THAT DOWN.
Me: ...it says "Next Register" for lottery. That's pretty clear to me.
SC: Can you do [thing that would require me to come out from behind my register area for not a really good reason]?
Me: My partner needs to come back up here first and he's in the middle of [rather long chore.]
SC: ...Well...why?
Me: .........are you serious?
SC: I need [cigarettes].
Me: X.XX
SC: *puts down a hundred*
Me: ....you're about to get a lot of ones.
SC: .......uh...how many are we talking?
Me: A lot.
SC: Like 40 plus?
Me: Like 80 plus.
SC: But...this is all I have.
Me: ...yeah. And I'm at the end of the night and you can't short me at the end of the night or it'll mess up the whole day's count.
SC: ...well I need my cigs.
Me: Then ones it is. *counts out 90-some dollars in ones*
Guy behind SC: Shiiiiiiiiit.
SC: ...........damn. *walks out with his ones*
Me: Well he won't do that again...
for you a few times.
did the first guy have a gauge that stays on E when the car is off and actually "fills up" when the car is on? (like I do?)
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