Not Even Time To Air One’s Grievances

| TX, USA | Crazy Requests, Transportation

(It is almost 6:30 am and I get out of my car to walk to the fuel center to open for the day. When I’m halfway there I bid good morning to a lady at a pump.)

Customer: “…Do you work here?”

Me: *looks down at uniform* “Yes, ma’am.”

Customer: *flicks receipt* “I got gas. Does the air machine work?”

(Our customers get complimentary air with a same visit gas purchase.)

Me: “As far as I know, yes. I can turn it on for you as soon as I get inside. Go ahead and pull up to the machine.”

(I take not six steps; the kiosk is still a few yards away.)

Customer: “Is it on yet?”

It’s A Dry Pizza State

| Billings, MT, USA | Food & Drink

(I am working the graveyard shift at a gas station. Company policy has us lock up the beer case at 1:45 AM as the law is to stop serving/selling alcohol after 2 AM. It’s 2:10 and a very drunk customer walks in and straight to the beer case.)

Customer: “Why is the beer locked up?!”

Me: “Sorry, we stop selling at 1:45.”

Customer: “Noooo!”

(He hangs head and walks over to the frozen pizza section. Just as he reaches for the handle the lights in the freezer turn off because it started defrosting.)

Customer: *looks at me and starts crying* “I can’t buy pizza either?!”

No Will For A Refill

| MO, USA | At The Checkout, Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

(I’m currently at the register because the manager on shift doesn’t like to be up there all day. I normally don’t mind too much, and he’ll put someone else on if I’m just not feeling it. It is getting late and we have several customers in the store when the manager comes up and leans in close, which is always a sign that he’s talking about a customer.)

Manager: *whispering* “There’s a man in a baseball cap with a frozen refill in a mug and he’s going to say it’s ice.”

(After he says that he gets off the register to return to the store and I wait for the man in question. After a couple of minutes a man fitting the description comes up with a fifty two ounce mug and says it is an ice refill.)

Me: “My manager just told me that that is a frozen refill.”

Man: *getting grumpy* “No, it’s ice.”

Me: “If it’s ice, could you open it and show me?”

Man: “Fine, just take it!”

(He shoved the mug at me, luckily not knocking it off the counter, before he stormed out of the store. I double-checked that, yes, the mug was filled with one of our frozen drinks. A few minutes later my manager came back up and told me that the man saw him and threatened ‘to get him.’ All of this over a dollar-something refill that we caught him trying to filch.)