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Category: Wild & Unruly

They Need A Backup Sign

| OR, USA | Theme Of The Month, Top, Transportation, Wild & Unruly

(A customer pulls up to the pumps, but her tank is on the other side of the car.)

Me: “Sorry, ma’am, can you back up and go to the other side of the pump?”

(The customer gets a look of sheer and utter panic.)

Customer: “No! I don’t backup. You do it. I don’t know how.”

(The customer tries to give me the keys to her car.)

Me: “Uhm, sorry but no, ma’am. I am not allowed to get in a customer’s car, or drive it. If you don’t want to back up you can pull forward out of the lot, circle the block, and try again.”

Customer: “No! That will take too long. How do I backup?! Can’t you do it?”

Me: “Well, you shift you car into reverse, and gently press on the gas. It will go backwards. When you have gone past the pump press your brake, shift back to drive and pull up on the other side.”

(She stares at me like I am speaking a foreign language. With a little more coaching and pointing from me, she manages to get her car in reverse. She then slams her foot on the gas, backs up all the way across the station, and slams into the sign that shows our gas prices, wrecking the sign, and the back of her car.)

Customer: “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

Me: “Actually, lady, it’s yours. And I think a little blame goes to whoever gave you a license without teaching you to backup.”

On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 5

| New York, NY, USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Theme Of The Month, Wild & Unruly

(I’m working in the express lane, when a couple approaches the counter. Their son is about seven years old, and they have him sitting in the child seat of the cart.)

Me: “Hi, how are you today?”

Wife: “Good. Okay honey, help mommy and daddy put the things on the counter.”

Boy: “Okay!”

(The little boy promptly twists around in his seat, and begins to snatch things from the cart. He throws them onto the counter, and across the scanner. I have to chase a package of juice boxes that fly past me, onto the floor.)

Me: “Okay sweetie, try putting them up here gently, okay? We don’t want the groceries to break, right?”

Boy: “Nope!”

(The husband is looking at the candy, and the wife is watching her son and her phone. The little boy then grabs a huge can of yams and throws it at me. It ends up hitting me in the cheek, knocking my glasses off and causing the can to fall to the floor. It makes a noise loud enough to draw the attention of the other customers and cashiers.)

Cashier In The Other Line: “Oh, my God! Are you okay?!”

Me: “Um, well…”

Wife: “Oh! Isn’t he cute?! He wants to play baseball!”

(After picking up my glasses, I can only stare at the woman like she is crazy. Thankfully, a supervisor sees what just happened, and takes over for me so I that I can put some ice on my face. Thankfully nothing is broken, but my cheek was black and blue for weeks!)

Related:
On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 4
On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 3
On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 2
On The Need For Hazard Pay

A Cent-less Attack

, | WA, USA | Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Theme Of The Month, Wild & Unruly

(I’m taking money at the first window. A car pulls up with a middle-aged customer driving, and what looks to be her older mother in the passenger seat.)

Me: “Hi, your total is—.”

Mother: “Where do we get my food?! I’m hungry! This line is taking too long!”

Daughter: “You have to pay first, mom.”

Mother: “I’m getting it!”

(She scrounges around for money in her purse. She hands me what’s supposed to be exact change. I count it three times, and she’s a penny short.)

Me: “Ma’am, do you have a penny?”

Mother: “Are you serious? I’m not giving you no d*** penny! Where’s my food?!”

Me: “Ma’am, I need that penny, or my till will come out short.”

Mother: “And I said you ain’t getting no d*** penny!”

(She starts shouting at her daughter.)

Mother: “Drive to the next window!”

(The daughter looks horrified about her mother’s behavior, and doesn’t move.)

Mother: “Fine! I’ll get it myself!”

(The mother gets out of the car, and starts walking toward the next window.)

Me: “Ma’am, can you please get back in your car?”

Mother: “F*** you!”

(The daughter is horrified, apologizes to me, and drives forward. A minute later, I see the mother walk back to my open window as I’m paying out another customer. She throws a penny at me, which hits me in the knuckle and bruises it.)

Mother: “There’s your d*** penny!”