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One of my customers owns a little motel down the road a ways. He’s from India. He asked me why people just toss their money at you when they pay for stuff.
“I hate that,” he said.
I don’t know why they do it, but I hate it too.
Why you throw it down like that? Who you mad at? It’s not like beer and liquor and cigarettes are a hard sell. I’m not RJ Reynolds. My last name’s not Anheuser. Don’t be mad at me. Twisted, mangled, wadded up bills - I have to unravel and press out every single one so they’ll fit in slots specifically dimensioned for flat, neat bills. Then the next guy’s all crabby cuz he didn’t get the fast, friendly service.
And Wadlow has the cheapest motel in the whole town.
I know his name’s not really Wadlow, but when he told me his name it sounded like Wadlow.
Cheap rooms, nice guy, nothing’s free in this god damn world, you dick-wad you, so give him the money nice.
I don’t get you money disrespecters. And does it make you feel all better after a long day at work to be an arrogant asshole to convenience store clercks on your way home?
Worked a double shift on Saturday. Bleh. Getting harder to ignore the ugly side of the liquor store biz, making my time there more arduous.
Alcohol-related misfortunes befalling Ray’s customers in the year I’ve been employed there include:
3 dead; traffic accidents
2 terminal illnesses; failing liver
1 stabbed
15 arrests ---
4 DUI
5 drunk in public
6 domestic violence
Undoubtedly there are other tragedies I’m not personally aware of.
Haven’t seen Morna in a while. Only raccoons at her food dish now. Touka is lethargic, miserable without her sister and play-pal. She’s a dog who needs a cat. Melissa and Casey have offered me one of their new kittens. They are a lovely couple. Melissa said the kittens are adorable and affectionate. I’m considering their offer. No replacing Morna, but it’s a languid home without a kitty.
“I hate that,” he said.
I don’t know why they do it, but I hate it too.
Why you throw it down like that? Who you mad at? It’s not like beer and liquor and cigarettes are a hard sell. I’m not RJ Reynolds. My last name’s not Anheuser. Don’t be mad at me. Twisted, mangled, wadded up bills - I have to unravel and press out every single one so they’ll fit in slots specifically dimensioned for flat, neat bills. Then the next guy’s all crabby cuz he didn’t get the fast, friendly service.
And Wadlow has the cheapest motel in the whole town.
I know his name’s not really Wadlow, but when he told me his name it sounded like Wadlow.
Cheap rooms, nice guy, nothing’s free in this god damn world, you dick-wad you, so give him the money nice.
I don’t get you money disrespecters. And does it make you feel all better after a long day at work to be an arrogant asshole to convenience store clercks on your way home?
Worked a double shift on Saturday. Bleh. Getting harder to ignore the ugly side of the liquor store biz, making my time there more arduous.
Alcohol-related misfortunes befalling Ray’s customers in the year I’ve been employed there include:
3 dead; traffic accidents
2 terminal illnesses; failing liver
1 stabbed
15 arrests ---
4 DUI
5 drunk in public
6 domestic violence
Undoubtedly there are other tragedies I’m not personally aware of.
Haven’t seen Morna in a while. Only raccoons at her food dish now. Touka is lethargic, miserable without her sister and play-pal. She’s a dog who needs a cat. Melissa and Casey have offered me one of their new kittens. They are a lovely couple. Melissa said the kittens are adorable and affectionate. I’m considering their offer. No replacing Morna, but it’s a languid home without a kitty.