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    Sustenance In The Wilderness

    | Tucson, AZ, USA |

    (Our store is near the university campus, right next to the dorms. I received an odd call one day.)

    Me: “Thank you for calling ****, how can I help you?”

    Caller: “Yes, my daughter lives in the dorms right next to you, and I was wondering what your store is.”

    Me: “It’s a gas station, and inside there’s a convenience store with soda, snacks, stuff like that.”

    Caller: “Is it a grocery store?”

    Me: “No…it’s a gas station and convenience store. We have chips, candy, etc. We have a fountain with soda, and also coffee.”

    Caller: “So it’s a grocery store?”

    Me: “No…we don’t have grocery products. We have a SMALL supply of cheap toilet paper, milk, and tampons. I doubt your daughter would come here for anything except the ATM and coffee, or gas if she drives.”

    Caller: “Well, I want to make sure my daughter will be okay. What kind of store is it?”

    Me: *starting to get annoyed* “It’s a gas station. There are pumps in the front to get gas at. We also have snacks. It’s a convenience store and a gas station.”

    Caller: “I don’t understand. She’s away at college and I don’t know
    if she’ll be okay.”

    Me: “Ma’am, she’ll be fine. Have a nice day, good bye.” *hanging up*

    (A few minutes later, a skinny blond girl enters the store.)

    Girl: *talking on her cell phone* “Yeah, Mom, they have coffee, soda, gum, chips, and an ATM…it’s a convenience store, Mom. Yes, they sell gas – there are pumps outside!”

    Me: *headdesk*