PUMPING UP
I actually remember last summer fairly well considering up sleep deprived I always was. I worked for a guy who owned several gas stations in my home town, and despite the fact that they were totally different brands of gas, the stores had enough in common that I could switch effortlessly from working at one to working at the other. It was terrific because it meant I had plenty of hours... in fact, I had so many that I was actually clocking enough pay for 2 people. Yup... and you know, now that I look back on it, I realize that the greatest benefit of working there was coming to the realization that compared to most of this people, I am a very fortunate person. For one thing, I have a working brain.
I swear that I should have kept track of the number of times I would hear any given stupid statement, so I could tell you what the greatest idiocy of my customers was... I can't... so instead, I will give you some of the most memorable of them.
Incident 1
Drive Around... and Around... and Around... duh?
So there I was, working the 3rd (well, I also had worked through the 2nd) shift and some nice young (stupid) girl comes driving up in her car to get gas... well, of course, we need to realize that this young lady, who is maybe 18 or 19 is a very pretty young girl driving a fancy car. A car that she obviously hasn't payed for herself, and knows nothing about...
And it gets better...
Because she's drunk. Yup, I get them all... believe me.
Anyway, so miss brilliant drives up and gets out... I have to watch this because it's an attractive young woman in a short dress... a dress that has far more material than her head has brain... and this was a really small dress. So she pulls up... staggers to the pump and takes the handle and... oh... the gas tank is on the other side... ok... no problem... hang up the nozel, get in, drive around the pump... get out, pull out the handle and... hey... the tank is on the other side... hang up the nozel, get in, drive around the pump... get out, pull out the handle and... hey... the tank is on the other side... hang up the nozel, get in, drive around the pump... get out, pull out the handle and... that pesky tank... it's STILL on the other side. Are you following this folks? This girl is so drunk that she keeps driving around the same island so that the tank is ALWAYS ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE CAR. You know, it's a nice thing I'm a decent person who won't take advantage of such a person. I kindly go out and direct her to a pump in such a way that she is now on the right side... and that is some OBVIOUSLY good alcohol... I think at one point she even winked at me... pure... mind... I don't take advantage of people like this.
So she pumps her gas... and pays me... and goes to her car... and she... can't find her keys... after thirty second, I go out and point out that they're still in the ignition... she gives me a hug (like I did anything) and drives away... I don't take advantage of people like that... SEE? I'M A NICE GUY... oh well.
Incident 2
I SEE...DRUNK...PEOPLE
Yeah... another drunk story... I get lots of these, as you can tell.
So of course, it's another double shift... I get a lot of these, too. And I'm working on stocking the coolers. And it's 2:15am. And the bars have just closed. Now the two people who are walking back from God-only-knows-where and stop at my window are asking if we have a bathroom... we do... it's open... you don't need a key... so guy one goes to the bathroom, and guy two is standing at the window and chatting away with me... and I have no idea what he's jabbering about... and it's eventually 2:30... and he's... still jabbering... nervously... because his friend hasn't returned yet... that is going to be a mess... I can see it. So I turn off the pumps, lock the store, walk around... and the lights are out and the door is locked... oh boy.
I knock on the door... no answer... I knock again... still no answer... well, it should just be a guy in there, right?
So I unlock the door... and ther the guy is... leaned back on the tank from the toilet... great... and now his friend walks over and:
"OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD."
"He is snoring."
"He is?"
Yeah... kinda obvious with his chest moving up and down. "Yeah... hear it?" You putz.
"Oh... should I wake him up?"
DUH "I think so."
"Ok. What should I do?"
GO IN AND SHAKE HIM AWAKE YOU F***ING MORON "Go in and shake him awake, sir." JACKASS
So yes... some of my customers see dead people... some of my customers are real idiots.
Incident 3
Cute = Statutory
Can you guess what the end result of this is going to be? Probably you can from reading other posts. So I'm working, once again, night shift. I don't know... maybe it's something in the water... or the fact that I have fewer overall jackoffs to deal with.
But this is kinda cute, and I can't mock the customer in this one... it really is kinda cute... annoying to me... but cute nonetheless.
A girl, probably no more than 14, comes up to my window at about 1am. What she's doing out at 1am I have no idea. But she wants a Pepsi... no problem... I get her the Pepsi, ring her out... and then she looks at me for a moment... and then leaves... ok... so maybe she thought she recognized me or something... it happens.
Anyway, about a half-hour later, she comes back up to the window again.
Girl: "Can I have a snickers?"
Me: "Sure... $0.64.
Girl: "Thank you." {stare}
Um... ok... whatever. So I go back to reading the comics.
It's now about 2am... you know, maybe it's something about the time slot.
{knock knock} GUESS WHO?!? Actually, it's the girl's friend... and of course the girl is there too... both of them are 14, so this is just so... cute.
Friend: "I'd like a Pepsi."
Me: "$1.12."
Friend: "Thanks."
Girl {stare - walk away with friend}.
Um... what the... hmm... what's in the national news?
Well... it's about 2:30... I'll restock the cooler a bit more and
{knock-knock} Oh-no.
Girl: "Can I have another Pepsi."
Me: Um "Sure. $1.12."
Girl: "... do you have a girlfriend?"
Me: Um "...no."
Girl: "... do you want one?"
Excuse me... what's wrong with this picture?
Me: "Sure... if she is my age, maybe."
Girl: {a bit excited now} "How old are you?"
Me: "20."
Girl: {a bit sadder} "Ok."
Look folks, I don't break hearts of kids on purpose... I mean, she was very pretty, and I'm sure she's a nicer person, but there's this thing... it's called my ass... I don't relish getting arrested for statutory rape and then having to be the bitch of some big guy named Bubba. So I kinda sent her away. And it's not like she never stopped by and said hi again... she did a couple more times. I think she had sincerely hoped to have an older boy. You know... maybe in about 4 years, I'll be able to help her out.
Like I said, the situation was cute. And if I was going back this summer, I'm sure I'd find her happily dating someone about her age... or she'd stop by every day and say hello.
Well, that's ok... at least she wans't drunk... I'll expect that if I'm working there when she's 19... and if I am, someone, shoot me please.
GOOD NIGHT!