The More You Read The Worse It Gets, Part 18
Two teenage girls are making a large purchase (lots of flashy designer items), and the total comes to almost $3,000. They hand over an American Express card to pay for it, and I notice the card has a man’s name.
Me: “Is this you?”
Customer: “No, that’s our dad.”
Me: “Is he around?”
Customer: “Oh, he died yesterday. I’m just trying to max out his credit card before we report it.”
Me: *Instant look of horror* “Why would you tell me that?!”
Customer: “You’re minimum wage! Why should you care? I work in a [Dollar Store] and let people get away with all kinds of s***.”
Me: “I’m a manager, and you realize I’m gonna have to report this now, right?”
Customer: “Why you gotta ruin all our fun?”
Me: “Fun?! Your dad just died!”
Customer: “Noooo, he died yesterday. Weren’t you listening?”
Me: “I listened to the part where you admitted to committing fraud and the non-reporting of a dead body.”
Customer: “Fraud? What fraud?”
Me: “Dead people can’t use credit cards.”
Customer: “He’s not using it. I am!”
She just… didn’t get it. She still didn’t get it when the police were escorting them away.
Related:
The More You Read The Worse It Gets, Part 17
The More You Read The Worse It Gets, Part 16
The More You Read The Worse It Gets, Part 15
The More You Read The Worse It Gets, Part 14
The More You Read The Worse It Gets, Part 13