People would drive up and be happy, and smiling, and life was good to them, and it just pissed me off. I wanted to punch babies who were holding kittens. But I did my best to smile despite it all and if someone asked what was wrong, I just said I wasn’t feeling well and was tired.
A man came up to the window and asked for four cans of Longhorn ‘Regular’. I asked him if he meant “Natural” and he said sure. For clarification, I asked if he wanted Long Cut or Fine Cut.
Dumbass: Is there a difference?
I kept my face straight as best I could and said that there was. He said it was for a friend and I decided to cut him some slack and got the Fine Cut for him.
Dumbass: NO! I said I wanted GRIZZLY!
Urge to murder rising… I go back and get the Grizzly Natural Fine Cut for him, and ask him if this was correct, worried that he’s getting the wrong kind. He assures me that it’s EXACTLY like the kind his friend gets. Whatever, I ring him up and cash him out, when he pauses.
Dumbass: Let me come inside, I think that’s wrong.
I call for Shift Leader 1 to have her there before he gets inside, and as I’m waiting on another customer, the dumbass comes in and looks at our dip display. I don’t really pay much attention to him, because I’m upset and he’s not my problem anymore.
Dumbass: I TOLD THAT STUPID GIRL THAT I WANTED THE LONG CUT!
I freeze, and they finish the exchange in silence, and as he walks out the door, I broke down crying. Our new girl came over to ask if I was okay.
NewGirl: Are you okay, sweetie? Why are you crying?
Terah: Because I want to strangle him and I can’t!
--Terah The Gas Slave