Robbing The Store And Their Will To Care
I briefly worked at a gas station. I say “briefly” because I was robbed three times in my six months.
On the third robbery, the guy comes in and appears to point a gun through his jacket at me.
Me: *Raising my hands* “Chill. I’ll give you what you want.”
Robber: “Give me all the money in the drawer.”
I only have $30, and he gets pissed that that’s all he’s getting.
Robber: “That’s it?!”
Me: “Why not just take a bunch of cartons of cigarettes?”
Robber: “What?”
Me: “A single carton is more than $30.”
Robber: “Why are you telling me this?”
Me: “I just work here; I don’t care what you take.”
He takes his hand out of his pocket, leaving the gun (if he has one, but I don’t feel like finding out) in the pocket.
Robber: “You really don’t give a f*** what I take?”
Me: “Nah, I really don’t.”
Robber: “Okay. Give me all the cartons you can.”
Me: *Starting to grab them* “Do you want a bag with that?”
Robber: *Confused* “Uh… sure.”
I give him a bag. He stuffs about ten cartons into the two bags, apologizes, and runs out. Then, I call the cops.
My coworker, who was hiding in the back, comes out.
Coworker: “You really gave him advice on how to steal from us?”
Me: *Shrugging* “I’m not dying for this gas station.”
I quit that night. I was tired of being robbed.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?