People make me cry
Why are people such dumbarses?
These are all examples from working at the service station, in order of when they appeared.
1. Easter Sunday. Customer comes in after filling with fuel at approximately 1pm. C=Customer, M=Me
M= Hi, how are you?
C= Why are you working on the holy day?
M=...What?
C= It'sEaster Sunday - you shouldn't be working, you should be at church
M= Well, besides the fact its well after lunch and I doubt there are any services still going, I'm not religious and spend easter with family
C= well, you are going to hell!
M= Just as well I'm not Christian and don't believe in hell.
C= Doesn't matter, you will still go to hell!
M= wait...if this is the holy day, why are you getting petrol?
C=....
M= Yeah, that's right. Pay for your fuel and get out - this is private property.
That was just the warm up round for customer wanker #2.
M= Sorry, bout the wait - how are you?
C= I need to get to Canberra.
M=...Um, okay. Do you mean KANBRAY or CANBERRA?
C= ...what's the difference?
M= well, Kanbray is a small country town outside of Angaston. Canberra is our nations capital.
C=....That one.
M= The interstate one?
C= Yes
M=Sorry, can't help you :)
C= Why the fuck not? (aah the wonderful F word)
M= Because it is interstate? Because I have never driven outside of South Australia?
C= You work in a fucking service station, you should know how to get places!
M= I agree with you to an extent. I know how to get places LOCALLY. Outside of the area, people generally buy maps. Would you like a map? $3.95
C= I'm buying a fucking map because you should bloody well know where the fuck to go (this rant continued for a good 20seconds)
M= ... What kind of moron leaves home to go interstate without having a bloody clue where he is going, and so decides to ask at the SMALLEST SERVICE STATION within a 50km radius? Enjoy your day, get out, and I hope you find your way..
Aaaaaah morons. We love them. Know whats even better? SMOKING morons.
S=Smoker, B=Bikies, M=Me
Smoker #1.
Leaning on the sign we have so people don't run into the pump. it has a huge NO SMOKING sign on it, as does the disel pump which is less than a metre away. I exit the store and go up to her.
M= Hey! You can't smoke there, theres a pump right there!
S=No no, its ok - its disel!
M.... What?
S= Disel isn't flammable like petrol.
M= are you serious? Of course disel is flammable - its probably MORE flammable than petrol. Trucks blow up. Farm equipment blow up. Now put out that before we ALL blow up.
S= if i can't smoke here, you should have signs bitch.
M= Take two steps back and look what you are leaning on. Look! *points to sign* No smoking! Look over there *on every post is a no smoking sign* and if that wasn't clue enough, FIRE EXTINGUISHERS! EVERYWHERE!
S= well i didn't see them
M- well you are blind. Don't bother filling up your car, it won't be authorised.
S- you can't do that! I'll call the fucking cops
M= you do that. And then i can tell them about your blatant disregard for ALL THE NO SMOKING SIGNS, how you ignored the request of the attendance, and then how you started verbally abusing me :)
S= Fine. *puts out fag and drives away*
Guy on the other pump = I was kinda hoping she would die.
Haha, outstanding. But wait, there is more! Bikies!
Essentially the same scenario, only there were 5 of the middle aged wannabe bikes and there wives smoking like 2m away, I told them you can't smoke on site.
B= then we do we go!
M= on the footpath, up the street, on the road - i don't care, as long as it isn't here
B= what you want us on the fucking road then
M= if that suits you...
argh dicks. all of em dicks.
and on a totally unrelated note, Tristan has offically moved to Canada.