Last night, there was a young guy-girl couple, maybe in their early twenties (it makes me feel so old to call them "young" :-P ), who were just coming up to the counter. I was doing something with the lotto machine, so Bob answered their questions. She asked if we had magazines, and he said "no". I thought she'd asked for Maxis, and the quickness ( Read more... )

So the drive-off from Sunday (in my last post) took a twist tonight. Three police officers brought in a kid and announced to me that this was the drive off from Sunday. The kid suddenly announced that he wanted to see the tape, that it wasn't his car, that he was framed, that he'd paid for the gas already, that we'd stolen his credit card, etc. ( Read more... )

So a couple days ago (maybe a week now?), a kid came in and asked for a box of "reds". Now there's two kinds of "reds", Marlboros, which come in a red package and everyone calls "Marlboro Reds", and a brand of cigarettes called "Kamel Reds" (which have nothing to do with the famous Camel-brand cigarettes). To ask such an ambiguous thing indicated ( Read more... )

Nothing really drives home your odds on the lottery like the weekly sales report ( Read more... )

A night or two ago at work I was cashing a ticket for someone who won $10.00. The till (register) didn't show the amount on the screen, but still processed it, so I thought I was typing "$10.00", when I actually typed "$100,010.00". :-P There's a glitch in the firmware that makes it so that if the till is below $0, then you cannot make any safe ( Read more... )

A few weeks (months?) ago at work, I was helping a guy pump his gas. He had a cute accent which I learned was Dutch. I told him that when he was finished pumping, he needed to come inside to pay. He said he would and asked me if I knew that Shell was Dutch, and said that he'd never dream of stealing from the queen. It was really cute the way he ( Read more... )

I was telling Tim about my adventure in the basement of Elvy, but someone came to the counter and so we took care of them, then I was about to leave to get some side-work done, but he stopped me and prompted me to finish my story. I was honored. It's the first tim ehe's requested I finihs a story (most times I dun give hm a chance...*blush*). I ( Read more... )

Work has been pretty good all around. Some nights are busy as can be, some are absolutely dead, and I've yet to figure out any rhyme or reason to it. Weekends aren't even necessarily busier than weekdays! o.0 Dunno what's going on with that. Ah well. I now have proof that there are as many illegal aliens in Idaho as most people think. At least, I ( Read more... )

I'm pretty thoroughly convinced that there's some sort of warp in the space-time continuum about where my work is located. Sort of a point where the twisting and turnings of various potentialities meet and wash against each other. There have been more chance meetings of old friends at the right moment than I've ever imagined. And the night before ( Read more... )

Okay, this has really been on my mind, so I have to get it out. A couple days ago, a coworker's mother was nearly hit by a pair of wild-crazy teenagers in the parking lot at work while she was coming to pick up her daughter. When she confronted them about it, they started talking bad to her and stuff. So she called the police. They came inside and ( Read more... )