To His (Insane Amount Of) Credit (Cards), He Didn’t Throw A Fit
I work in a small store, and we have a regular customer who is a veteran. I can’t give him too much hate since he was shot in the head a long time ago and still has the scar to show it. This has led to him having, um… special privileges. Let’s just say that he can get more than a military discount from the local bakery. Don’t mistake this as me hating him for his condition. I respect him for his service, and he usually is kind. He just… has his moments. Today is one of those moments.
He comes into our small store and starts sweeping through, grabs about $300 worth of stuff, and hauls it up to our only till. Now, when I say $300, I mean $300-plus after the military discount and state taxes; it is honestly closer to $330.
Me: “Your total is [amount].”
He nods his head, mumbles something, and pulls out a thick wallet, full to the brim with credit cards — thicker than two thumbs of cards and nothing but. He doesn’t even look down and pulls out the frontmost card.
A few seconds later, my screen flashes: “DECLINED.” No problem; we can do the next card. What can possibly go wrong?
“DECLINED.”
“DECLINED.”
“DECLINED.”
“DECLINED.”
Me: “Perhaps we should do cash or a check?”
He shakes his head and motions that he doesn’t have either. On to the next card!
“DECLINED.”
“DECLINED.”
“APPROVED!” …for $20 only. Yep, it’s a gift card. On to the next card.
Three more cards decline.
“APPROVED!” …for $19.91. We have less than $300 to go.
Two more cards decline.
At this point, I’m getting a rare sight in this small store: a line. We have three people waiting. I’m on the only till, and I’m the only employee.
“DECLINED.”
[Veteran] is getting mad. I don’t blame him. We are now out of bank-approved cards, and we’re into “special funds” from “special clients” cards.
“DECLINED.”
“APPROVED!” …for $5.
Three more cards decline.
There are five people in line now, and the guy behind [Veteran] is giving me the look a hungry [Entitled Customer] gives when she knows there’s a weak retail worker with no manager nearby to feast upon. And more people are coming in.
“DECLINED.”
“DECLINED.”
Can you tell I’m in Hell yet? Several more cards decline.
Finally, the last card… guess what?
“APPROVED!” …for $25. Another gift card.
[Veteran] lets out a long sigh and reaches into his pocket, pulling out ANOTHER WALLET! It’s full of fifties — about three fingers thick! He pays the rest off, and all of the bills pass the UV and marker tests. I give him his change and his bags of stuff, and I am about to turn to the next customer when he says:
Veteran: “Auugh Uuu Ggoo Krrr Hsss?”
Me: *Thrown off* “I’m sorry, could you please repeat that?”
Veteran: “Auugh Uuu Ggoo Krrr Hsss?”
Yep, I didn’t mishear him. He wanted me to carry his bags out to his car — as the only retail worker in the store and with five or six people behind him. Thankfully, a nice guy from the line realized what [Veteran] wanted and volunteered as tribute. He carried out [Veteran]’s stuff as I rang up everyone else’s purchases.
Bless you, [Nice Guy]; he told me after coming back to buy his things that [Veteran]’s car was three blocks away. [Nice Guy], please know that if I could have made your purchases any cheaper, I would have, but I do hope that you accept the secret military discount I snuck into your purchase.
I want to elaborate again that I do not hate [Veteran] for who he is. He is a chill dude, but dang, some days he’s so frustrating!