When I was in high school, I worked at a gas station — one of the ones that pumped gas, washed windows, and checked oil, and had a garage and a car wash. We had to wear uniforms, so we all looked the same.

Directly next door was a veterinary office, with a prominent sign on the main road and on the building itself. A customer pulled in while a few of us were standing in the parking area directly in front of the office. She rolled down the window.

Customer: “Do you know where the vet’s business is?”

I don’t know why this occurred to me, but we were teens and egging each other on.

Me: “Take a left at the end of the parking lot and then the immediate left after that. Then take a left just after the first house and look for the parking lot on the left.”

We all stood in the same circle in the parking lot, right in front of the office, and waited about a minute until she pulled up from the other side.

We all just stood there watching her as she parked. She never even acknowledged our presence.

I had just started working at a gas station, and someone was paying for part of their purchase with a gift card. I had never done that, so I called a shift lead over to help me. We used the remaining $60.39 on the card and the customer paid cash for the rest.

The next day when I got there, I heard the manager talking with the general manager.

Manager: “We’re missing $60.39 from yesterday’s tills.”

Me: “Oh, that must be from the gift card transaction I did yesterday.”

I explained.

Manager: “What did you do with the gift card?”

Me: “I threw it away since it was empty.”

Manager: “What?! You’re not supposed to do that!”

General Manager: “You should’ve asked for help if you didn’t know how to do something!”

Me: “I did. [Shift Lead] helped me.”

Manager: “Go out and dig through the dumpster and find that card!”

I was in there for like thirty minutes before I realized that I did not need to take that for a job paying $7.50 per hour, and ‘twas my last day.

We always have deals on soda. Right now, we have one where you can buy one Mountain Dew for $1.99 or two for $3.00. I always end up having this conversation.

Customer: “The sign said two for $3.00!”

Me: “Yeah…”

Customer: “But you’re trying to charge me $1.99.”

Me: “How many sodas do you have?”

Customer: “One.”

Me: “And that’s how much one costs.”

I love seeing the anger switch to the realization that they’re the idiot who didn’t read the sign.

Content Warning: Death

My father was in a bad car accident on the thirteenth of February, and unfortunately, we had to take him off of life support on the fourteenth. As I lived closest and my family lived three hours away, I got to the hospital first and had to deal with answering the same questions over and over from my family.

I’ve taken off work, and so has my partner so that he can support me. He lost his grandfather last Saturday, so it’s not been the best of weeks. I haven’t eaten for most of the day as I’ve been too worried about my dad and too focused on what had to happen.

Finally, we head home from the hospital. I realize I need to eat something, so we stop at a popular gas station that makes good sandwiches to order. After placing our order, I kind of just stand there, full zombie mode engaged. I just want my sandwich, a good cry, and sleep.

The man behind the counter decides my face doesn’t look cheerful enough.

Employee: “You should smile! You’ll be much prettier if you smile!”

I absolutely hate this day and literally have no filter left.

Me: “I just took my father off life support and he died. I’m not in the mood to fricking smile.”

All color drained from the employee’s face, and he just shut his mouth and look back to what he had been working on. My partner thought this was hilarious and wouldn’t let me feel bad about ripping the guy a new one.

I work at a gas station. A guy comes in at 2:15 am.

Customer: “Gimme a bottle of tequila.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t sell alcohol after 2:00 am.”

Customer: *Getting mad* “I’m not leaving until you do.”

Me: “That’s fine. I get paid by the hour. I’ll just mop around you.”

Customer: “I’m calling 911!”

He gets on the phone and talks for a moment before hanging up.

Customer: “I spoke to 911, and they said you’re being a d**k for not selling to me.”

I don’t budge, so he ends up doing this three times. I don’t think he is really calling 911 until the cops actually show up!

Officer: “Sir, you’re breaking the law by using 911 for a non-emergency.”

Customer: “What do you mean, non-emergency?!”

He was escorted out.

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