Lies make the baby jesus cry
I work for a supermarket chain which also has its own chain of gas stations. the gas stations are both a department of the main store, yet independent. The gas station is a separate building from the main store. I work as a cashier in the main store.
Since the two people who were the entire afternoon shift both called in sick, my manager asked if I would fill in at the gas station. Normally, I like working out there, because I don't get any of the usual bullshit from retail customers. Gas station customers seem to have a higher capacity for rational thought. Unfortunately, one or two people are such total assholes it seems they are sent by god to make up for hte steady stream of mildly annoying dicks we get in the main store. Just to even things out.
M was the regular gas station attendant who got called in to fill for New Girl 1. I was replacing another cashier fromt he main store who got asked to fill in for New Girl 2. So M's there on her day off. She's taking it in stride, and joking with the customers like she always does. She's also doing most of the scut work, because she's the only one who knows what has to be done, while I keep an eye on the pumps and run a register. We get slammed, and we have about a dozen or so customers waiting to pay for gas/candy/pop/coffee. She jumps on the other register. CfH hands her a $100 bill for $10 in gas. She just thinned down the 20s out of her drawer, so she comments that she's not sure she has enough to make change. she does, and says "whew! Now I don't have to call the cops!"
CfH took offense to this joke. M apologizes. CfH repeats that one should never joke about that, and it wasn't funny. M apologizes, and tries to move on to the next customer. CfH demands a manager. the Gas Station manager has gone home for the day, so I pointedly tell him there's no manager here. I'm frowning, because the guy's being a jerk even after an apology has been given. CfH doesn't like my attitude, presumably because my lips aren't wrapped around his dick. Sorry dude, but I have a gag reflex. The customer in front of me waves me off, indicating I should get this guy what he wants so he'll leave. I grab a piece of receipt tape, write down the manager's first name and the store number, then hand hold it out to him. At this point he loudly claims that he's corporate, and we are both going to be fired by the end of the day, because he's going up to the main store to talk with a manger there.
I've been snookered by corporate doing their own secret shopping before, so my inner chicken shit starts scrambling for the panic button: I look at him carefully, checking for the usual marks of a high muckety muck: no name tag, not wearing business formal. Throwing a loud shit-fit in front of customers, demanding the manager's name and number. the bullshit meter hits critical overload. There's no way this guy is corporate. And somewhere in all his ranting, I hear a woman tell his child, "No honey, he's not yelling at you."
Yup. he wins asshole of the year. Because he frightened a little girl by being such an ass.
Since the two people who were the entire afternoon shift both called in sick, my manager asked if I would fill in at the gas station. Normally, I like working out there, because I don't get any of the usual bullshit from retail customers. Gas station customers seem to have a higher capacity for rational thought. Unfortunately, one or two people are such total assholes it seems they are sent by god to make up for hte steady stream of mildly annoying dicks we get in the main store. Just to even things out.
M was the regular gas station attendant who got called in to fill for New Girl 1. I was replacing another cashier fromt he main store who got asked to fill in for New Girl 2. So M's there on her day off. She's taking it in stride, and joking with the customers like she always does. She's also doing most of the scut work, because she's the only one who knows what has to be done, while I keep an eye on the pumps and run a register. We get slammed, and we have about a dozen or so customers waiting to pay for gas/candy/pop/coffee. She jumps on the other register. CfH hands her a $100 bill for $10 in gas. She just thinned down the 20s out of her drawer, so she comments that she's not sure she has enough to make change. she does, and says "whew! Now I don't have to call the cops!"
CfH took offense to this joke. M apologizes. CfH repeats that one should never joke about that, and it wasn't funny. M apologizes, and tries to move on to the next customer. CfH demands a manager. the Gas Station manager has gone home for the day, so I pointedly tell him there's no manager here. I'm frowning, because the guy's being a jerk even after an apology has been given. CfH doesn't like my attitude, presumably because my lips aren't wrapped around his dick. Sorry dude, but I have a gag reflex. The customer in front of me waves me off, indicating I should get this guy what he wants so he'll leave. I grab a piece of receipt tape, write down the manager's first name and the store number, then hand hold it out to him. At this point he loudly claims that he's corporate, and we are both going to be fired by the end of the day, because he's going up to the main store to talk with a manger there.
I've been snookered by corporate doing their own secret shopping before, so my inner chicken shit starts scrambling for the panic button: I look at him carefully, checking for the usual marks of a high muckety muck: no name tag, not wearing business formal. Throwing a loud shit-fit in front of customers, demanding the manager's name and number. the bullshit meter hits critical overload. There's no way this guy is corporate. And somewhere in all his ranting, I hear a woman tell his child, "No honey, he's not yelling at you."
Yup. he wins asshole of the year. Because he frightened a little girl by being such an ass.