Where We Keep The Gold Label S’Mores

| Hugo, MN, USA | Uncategorized

(It was a beautiful night and everyone was having bonfires. A group of teenage girls walk in.)

Girl: “Hi, do you guys have any marshmallows?”

Me: *looks around* “Sorry, looks like we’re all out.”

Girl: “But what if you REALLY need them?”

(I turned towards my coworker.)

Me: “My God…”

Coworker: “It’s time. Get out your key.”

(We then started pretending that we had a top-secret marshmallow stash behind the counter.)

Me: “Do you think the retina scan is going to work with my contacts in?”

(The girl finally realized that we were blatantly making fun of her and quickly left with her friends. The secret stash became an instant classic at our gas-station.)

Taxation With Agitation

| Clarksville, TN | Uncategorized

Me: “Is that it for you tonight, ma’am?”

Girl: “Nah, can I get a pack of cigarettes?”

Me: “Sure. Can I see your ID?”

Girl: “Ya know in high school, when we learned about the Boston Tea Party?”

Me: “Yeah…?”

Girl: “Well, they raised taxes on the tea, and they threw it in the harbor.”

Me: “Yeah, I remember.”

Girl: “Well, they just upped the taxes on the smokey treats…what’re WE gonna do about it?”

Me: “I dunno…what do you think?”

Girl: “Well, I don’t know…you’re the gas station lady – figured you’d have the answers.”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t smoke.”


Good Thing He Missed The Hot Wax

| Aurora, CO, USA | Uncategorized

(A teenager who bought a drive-through car wash comes inside soaking wet.)

Teenager: “Uh, your car wash is broken.”

Me: “It’s broken?”

Teenager: “Yeah, it like, sprayed my entire car when I opened the door.”

Me: “…you opened the door inside the car wash?”

Teenager: “Yeah. Don’t you have to get out?”

Me: “Er, not in an automatic car wash…”

How To Tell You’ve Lowered Your Standards

| Deming, NM, USA | Uncategorized

(I was finishing checking out an elderly man’s purchases when this exchange happened.)

Me: “Have a nice day!”

Customer: “When you’re 85 years old and you wake up with a pulse, and your next door neighbor isn’t hitting you over the head with a shovel, you’re having a good day.”

Me: “…”

University Of Homer Simpson

| Miami, FL, USA | Uncategorized

(I’m 19 and a customer in his mid-twenties comes up to me with a 6-pack of beer and some beef jerky.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, since I’m underage I can’t sell you this beer. Would you mind waiting for my coworker?”

Customer: “Oh, sure no problem. Can I ask you a question?”

Me: “Sure.”

Customer: “You’re of Indian descent, right?”

Me: “That’s right, sir.”

Customer: “But you were born here in America, right?”

Me: “Uh, no actually. I was born in India, but I moved here pretty young.”

Customer: “Don’t lie to me, you don’t have an accent! I’ve seen all the movies! Any Indian character who works at a gas station always has an accent!”

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