A Long Time Saving For That Bus Ticket
(It is October. I’m heading home for Thanksgiving and have a four hour wait between trains.)
Man: “Excuse me, do you have any change?”
Me: “No, sorry.”
Man: “See, I work on a farm and I need to get back. My bag was stolen and I’m $2 short for a bus ticket.”
Me: “Sorry, I don’t carry cash when I’m travelling.”
(Fast forward to December when I’m on my way home for winter break.)
Man: “Excuse me, do you have any change?”
Me: “No, sorry.”
Man: “See, I work on a farm and I need to get back. My bag was stolen and I’m $2 short for a bus ticket.”
Me: “”Sorry, I don’t carry cash when I’m travelling.
(And again in February when I’m going home for reading week:)
Man: “Excuse me, do you have any change?”
Me: “No, sorry.”
Man: “See, I work on a farm and I need to get back. My bag was stolen and I’m $2 short for a bus ticket.”
Me: “Buddy, you’ve told me the exact same story word for word twice in the past six months so I’m going to give you the same response I gave you last time word for word: Sorry, I don’t carry cash when I travel.”
(This happened every time I was in that train station for my four years of university regardless of time of year: always the same guy, always the same story word for word.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
