Don’t Drink And Debit

, , , , , | Right | November 11, 2018

(I work at a grocery store just outside of a large town. The town itself has a bad enough reputation with drugs; do I need to mention the drunks? I’m working when an older man stumbles out of a car parked in front of the door. Note that you can see into almost the whole store because of giant windows.)

Coworker: “Oh, great.”

Me: “What?”

Coworker: *whispering* “See that guy who just walked in? He comes in pretty often, and he’s always drunk.”

(I cringe, hoping I won’t have to ring him through. Unfortunately, I have to, but my coworker stays with me because this is the first time I’ve had to deal with a customer in this state.)

Customer: *unintelligible mumbling then drops his credit card on the till*

Me: *ignores mumbling and rings through items* “Sir, you need your card to pay; you’re using [Credit Card]?”

Customer: *stares*

Me: “Sir, your card.”

Customer: *continues staring then mumbles something about cigarettes*

Coworker: *manages to decipher his gibberish* “You’re looking for [Brand of Cigarettes].”

Customer: *slurs something in agreement*

Coworker: *leaves for two minutes then returns with the cigarettes* “Sir, your card, right there; you need it.” *points to card*

Customer: “O-Oh! Yee…” *takes the card and can’t seem to figure out how to put the card in* “You do it…”

(I smile nervously and insert the card into the machine. The customer miraculously remembers his PIN — no idea how because he is HAMMERED — takes his groceries and leaves.)

Me: “[Coworker]… He really can’t be driving when he’s drunk… Have you called the police?”

Coworker: “I have; they won’t do anything about it. It’s ridiculous!”

Me: *cringes as I watch him fall over onto a bunch of seasonal flowers* “He just crushed the mums.”

Coworker: *flinches, glaring out the door* “Yeah…”

Customer #2: “Was that guy… drunk? Is he okay?”

Coworker: “He was hammered.”

Customer #2: “Geez, why does this town have so many problems?”

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