What An Alco-Hole
(Here in Minnesota we have strict liquor laws concerning selling anything other than 3.2 beer after 10:00 pm. If anyone sells alcohol past that time, both the cashier and the business get a very hefty fine. Imagine my grim surprise when, two minutes after closing, the door opens and a woman rushes in.)
Customer: “I know you’re closed, but I just got off the phone with the woman in charge. She said I could buy alcohol as long as it’s five minutes after.”
Me: “You talked to my boss?”
Customer: “Yes.”
(Thankfully, since my boss is cool, and I work in a small town liquor store, I’m allowed to be rude to fools.)
Me: *laughs* “You heard wrong.”
Customer: “She totally told me that. Where is she?”
Me: “She’s been gone for six hours; it’s just me here. But what is it you wanted?”
Customer: “I told her I was just going to get a pint of [Cognac].”
Me: *laughs even harder* “Ma’am, we’ve been out of [Cognac] for weeks. Well, I do have 1.75L of it left, but if you really need it that bad, it’ll cost $20,046.”
Customer: “What?! Why is it so expensive?!”
Me: “Because of all the fines we’ll receive for selling after ten o’clock, plus a little extra for me so I can find myself a new job after I sell it to you.”
Customer: *getting defensive* “Well, you don’t have to get hostile. I’ll call her back and get you fired, anyway!”
Me: *shrugs* “I wouldn’t hold your breath.”
(She angrily left, and I called my boss. Obviously, she never got a phone call from someone about coming in late. After a bit of speculation and calling around, we discovered that there was a new girl working two miles down the road at a separate liquor store, who answered the call. I saved her a massive fine.)