Unfiltered Story #196210

, , , | Unfiltered | June 11, 2020

This happened in 1998. I had just graduated from High School and was leaving in a few days for college. I was working second shift of my last night at a very popular convenient store chain in the Philadelphia area.

It was close to my quitting time, around 10PM, when this mid-aged woman dressed in a filthy white shirt and short shorts. The size of her outfit tells me that she has either grown out of her clothes, or they have shrunk and she didn’t care because her stomach was showing through the top and the bottoms were so tight that it gave her a wedgie. When she entered she was either high or drunk, or both because she was surly and loud. She then approaches the register and she asks me how much a hot dog is and a fountain soda is, so I tell her. She then says she wants a hot dog (at this time we had to assemble the hot dogs). I put the hot dog in the bun and she asks for cheese. I take the ladle and pour the recommended serving of cheese on it. She wants more, so I oblige. She says more, and at this point I’m staring at her while my head is tilted and I’m glaring at her over the rim of my glasses. I dip the ladle deep in small vat of cheese and drown the hot dog in hot melted cheese thinking that she’s going to reject it, but to my surprise she takes it and goes up to the register where I proceed to ring her up. I tell her the total, which came to like somewhere below two dollars, and she hands me change totaling less than a dollar. As I try to tell her that it’s not enough she waves at my like she is leaving while I’m telling she has to come back to finish the sale. While all this is going on, my shift manager is monitoring the situation and goes after her. They comes back in the store and my SM tells her she needs to pay more. She then starts to get belligerent towards the two of us, making accusations at the two of us of harassment, theft, and sexual harassment, thank God it was dead this evening. My SM decides to call the police who come to take her away, but not before getting physical with her. While they were wrestling with her with she bends over which expose the wedgie that showed evidence of excrement. After the Police have wrestled her in their cruiser one of the officers comes in with her purse and asks how much she owed, and I told her. He proceeds to rummage through her purse, mind you with rubber gloves on, and pulls out a ratty, filthy, wrinkly dollar bill. As he hands it to me I look at him with a face of disgust and he then looks me straight in the eyes and says “you don’t want to know where that came from.” I asked if there were any other bills in there that may be “more sanitary” and he says no. I take the dollar with the tip of fingers and put it next to the register making a decision that I can deal with my draw being a dollar short.