No Credit, No Sight, No Chance

(I’m an overnight gas station attendant. It is Friday night and we are slammed. A very drunk man comes up to the counter.)

Customer: “I need a carton of Camel filters.”

(I ring up the purchase and he pays with debit. It doesn’t work.)

Customer: “Here. You do it.”

(He hands me the card.)

Me: “Sir, this isn’t a real debit card. It’s one of the cardboard ones that come with wallets.”

Customer: “How is that my fault? I’m still getting those cigarettes. Can’t you see I’m blind?”

Me: “I… I’m sorry. Do you have another card you want to pay with?”

Customer: “H*** no. Look at me. I look like I got credit cards?”

(He then stumbled over to the ATM, tried his card, and passed out. He was my second police call of the night.)

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