I was having my lunch at my desk because we're in the process of repainting the break room and the smells get to me. Plus, at the time, I was the only one in the office, so I still had to answer phone calls.
Easier to sit at my desk in that case rather than running around the office like a chicken with her head cut off. I had just dug through my purse to pull out some change and had gotten a soda from the break room soda machine (big inhale before entering room, trying to not break while there.)
When I came back out, there was a man standing just inside the door. We have no appointments today, so I had no idea who he was. And again, I was the only one in the office, besides the college aged kid who was painting the walls in the other room...with his headphones blaring.
Now, this guy didn't look like the type we deal with normally. (I know, stereotyping is bad, but really...we deal with peoples in suits and ties.) He looked a little rough around the edges, but not homeless.
I greet him, and he ignores any pleasantries and straight up asks me, "Do you have two dollars so I can get a beer?"
I'm just thinking, what the hell dude, it's not even noon yet. But whatever, his life, not mine. I told him, no I do not have cash on me, when he points to my purse. "I just saw you pulling coins out of your purse. Just give me those."
Him: Do you have a register to pull money out of?
Me: Um...no..this isn't a store. (We do have a cash box stored somewhere in the safe, but only Dolly and Tank have the lock code to it. And even if I did, I am not giving out money that doesn't belong to me. Duh.)
He must have given up and walked out, only to enter the hair dressing salon next door. I wrote it off as an oddball experience and went back to munching my chips and browsing the interwebs. Finished up my break and went back to work.
Fifteen minutes later, he comes back in, but this time asked for seventy-five cents because he was short. I repeated what I said earlier, that no I have no more change and no the store has no cash to hand out. He bitched and moaned and left with this departing comment, "You're so useless. I'm going to call your boss and have you fired."
I laughed and told him, "Sure you can do that. He'll be back in the next fifteen minutes."
Papa was back at that time, and while not really my boss, the weird doesn't know that. He still hasn't called, but I did warn Papa.
All he did was give himself a facepalm and said, "He came in earlier before you came in and asked me for some change so he could get a hash brown at McDonald's."
Papa said that he told the guy he only had his debit card because he rarely carries around cash and the guy tried asking for his debit card to purchase himself some food. Yeah like that would have worked...