You Have The Devil To Pay

(I worked in a truck rental place in Texas. I am with my manager on a Sunday mid-afternoon. My manager is assisting one customer with an issue in their rental and all of us are talking while he is trying to fix it. Another customer walks in and grabs a few mattress bags. He comes to me to ring out and notices my pentacle.)

Customer: “Isn’t that the devil’s symbol? Do you worship the Devil?”

(I am used to this sort of thing; I keep smiling. My manager does look over to check on me.)

Me: “Nope, it’s something else entirely. Just the two bags?”

Customer: “I’m not sure I want to purchase anything from a place that has a Satanist in the store, but I need these today.”

(Mind you, I am far from that.)

Me: “Well…” *tells him the price*

Customer: *obviously getting nervous* “Why would you wear that? It should be against the law.”

(He is starting to move around a little more. My manager and the other customer have stopped talking and are now watching the other man.)

Me: *repeats price*

Customer: *stands far back and tosses the money on the counter* “Keep the change… I don’t want you touching anything of mine.”

(He left the two bags on the counter and grabbed two others from the rack… that I had just stocked. He practically ran from the store, crossing himself. My manager and the other customer both started stating how impressed they were how I kept it together.)