(I’m in a hurry to my first shift for an overnight job and stop to pick up an energy drink at a gas station to help me last the night. I have a rewards card with this particular gas station, but no cash so I use my debit card to pay. While I’m inputting my PIN on the machine, another customer comes in behind me and leaves almost instantly. When I look up, the cashier is holding $40 and looking annoyed.)
Cashier: “I hate it when they throw money at me. Hey, give me your [Rewards Card].”
Me: “Huh? Um, okay…?”
(I hand her my rewards card and she scans it, adding more reward points. She added the points that last customer would have had if he hadn’t run out on her so fast!)
Cashier: “You now have [higher amount of bonus points] instead of [bonus points listed on my receipt]. Have a good night!”
Me: “Wow, thanks!”
(I left with a smile on my face. This is why I love that particular gas station!)
(I have often read about the scam where the scammer claims that they paid with a $20 note, when in fact they only paid with a $10 note. This customer tried to pull the scam on me, but because this is in Canada, he never stood a chance.)
Me: “That’ll be $5.65 please.”
Customer: *hands me $10*
Me: “And here’s your change.”
Customer: “Er… you didn’t give me enough. I paid $20, not $10.”
Me: “Sir, I can guarantee you, with no doubt, that you gave me a $10, and you are trying to scam me.”
Customer: “What? How dare you! Do you know who I am?!”
Me: “Apparently somebody who has yet to notice that banknotes are colour-coded. The bill you gave me was PURPLE. It was $10.”
Customer: “…I’m colour-blind?”
Me: “I’m not. Take your change and leave.”
Me: “I’m sorry. I can’t sell cigarettes without seeing your ID.”
Customer: “It’s just f****** cigarettes!”
Me: “Still doesn’t change the law…”
Customer: “I serve in the military and I can’t have any f****** cigarettes?”
Me: “Okay, may I see your CAC?” *military photo ID that has birthdate on it*
Customer: “My what? Just give me my f***ing cigarettes.”
Me: “It’s time for you to leave. Bye.”
Customer: “I’m going to have your f****** job!”
Me: “You’ll have to go online to apply.” *smile*
Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 28
No ID, No Idea, Part 27
No ID, No Idea, Part 26
(I have recently started working at a service (gas) station and I’m still in training. One day a girl around 15 years old comes in and the following takes place:)
Customer: “Can I get a [Brand] recharge voucher, please?”
Me: “Sure.” *I start to press the various buttons on the computer required to print said voucher*
Customer: *scathingly* “We tried to get it at another service station but the girl there was NEW.”
(I barely acknowledge her insult and continue with the transaction. When it’s done…)
Me: “Oh, and by the way, this is my third shift here. Have a great day!”
(I work as a cashier at a local gas station. A few hours ago, I had rung up a girl in a Batman costume, and now I’m ringing up another customer in a Batman shirt.)
Me: *joking* “Huh, I didn’t know there were two Batmans running around Gotham.”
Customer: *playing along* “Nope, there’s only one Batman, and that is me.”
Me: “Oh, gosh, I wonder who that last Batman was then. Hope it isn’t the Joker.”
Customer: *looks around mock-seriously* “Which way did he go?!”
Me: “Actually, it was a she. It could have been Harley.”
Customer: “I’ll keep my eye out for her. Thank you.”
(He left with his bags after I finished up. When he got out the door, I heard him exclaim “To the Batmobile!” and I just lost it. That guy made my day!)
