SCs at the gas station (longish)
I work at one of those grocery stores that has its own gas station on-premises. They have the 'save $.10 off fuel for buying $50 in groceries' gimmick running constantly. With extra gimmicks comes extra stupidity.
Here's a couple of the SCs I have to deal with on a daily basis:
Status Symbol A$$hole
"I can afford a Hummer, Escalade, or some other ridiculously expensive SUV, but I'm going to blame you, the lowly clerk, for my gasoline bill that's high enough to feed you and your fiance for a week." If you don't want to pay that much for gas, then drive something more economical or fill up when your tank's half-empty. Just cause I work here doesn't mean I like paying over $2 a gallon, either.
Of distant relation to the above are the guys I like to call, Wee Willie Wankers. They always pull up in custom 4x4s or huge full-size dually trucks that are always sparkling, so you know they never take them off-road and don't use them as a work truck. Nothing against any 4x4 enthusiasts or anyone that just likes big ass trucks - what makes WWW's different is that they're always younger men that come up to the counter with a patented cocky/jock/wannabe-thug strut, and invaribly throw their payment into the sliding drawer, grunting at you with an expression on their face as if your polite comments "Hello, that was pump 3, right?" are somehow an affront to their manhood. I just work here. I don't know or care if you resemble John Holmes or Rasputin 'down there,' but your attitude and mode of transportation put together would suggest you don't. I just want to accept your payment for the gas you just pumped. Don't take your failings with the opposite sex out on me, I have a fiance and am no threat to you, so go get a book by Dr. Ruth or something.
To be continued, as I think of them.
I work at one of those grocery stores that has its own gas station on-premises. They have the 'save $.10 off fuel for buying $50 in groceries' gimmick running constantly. With extra gimmicks comes extra stupidity.
Here's a couple of the SCs I have to deal with on a daily basis:
Status Symbol A$$hole
"I can afford a Hummer, Escalade, or some other ridiculously expensive SUV, but I'm going to blame you, the lowly clerk, for my gasoline bill that's high enough to feed you and your fiance for a week." If you don't want to pay that much for gas, then drive something more economical or fill up when your tank's half-empty. Just cause I work here doesn't mean I like paying over $2 a gallon, either.
Of distant relation to the above are the guys I like to call, Wee Willie Wankers. They always pull up in custom 4x4s or huge full-size dually trucks that are always sparkling, so you know they never take them off-road and don't use them as a work truck. Nothing against any 4x4 enthusiasts or anyone that just likes big ass trucks - what makes WWW's different is that they're always younger men that come up to the counter with a patented cocky/jock/wannabe-thug strut, and invaribly throw their payment into the sliding drawer, grunting at you with an expression on their face as if your polite comments "Hello, that was pump 3, right?" are somehow an affront to their manhood. I just work here. I don't know or care if you resemble John Holmes or Rasputin 'down there,' but your attitude and mode of transportation put together would suggest you don't. I just want to accept your payment for the gas you just pumped. Don't take your failings with the opposite sex out on me, I have a fiance and am no threat to you, so go get a book by Dr. Ruth or something.
To be continued, as I think of them.
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