She ends up getting three of our largest sized drinks and fills them until putting the lids on causes soda to spill everywhere. She can’t hold them because of the bouncing and asks me if I have something she can put them in.
LADY, YOU’RE SHAKING SO HARD THEY’RE GOING EVERYWHERE, IF I PUT THEM IN A FUCKING BAG THEY’RE GONNA WIND UP ON THE FLOOR!
All I said was "I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t have anything right now to put them in."
Meth-Head gets pissed. ‘Well, don’t you just have a FUCKING ATTITUDE!’ and proceeds to scream on the phone to her husband that the ‘fucking cow’ at the register won’t give her a bag to put the drinks in.
That was the closed sign hitting my register so hard it tipped one of the cups over. I discreetly flipped her off by scratching a mark on my face with my middle finger and walked off to the back. She complained to the manager, and when the manager got to the back she asked me what happened. When I told her I drew the line at being called a ‘fucking cow’ I got a high-five.
Then, towards the end of the night, I’ve got the gaggle of kids coming in. As I’m listening to them and pretending to let my mind wander, I hear one say ‘Dude, I don’t have my ID. Can you buy my [Brand]?’
So when Kid #2 asks for them, I smile and say, ‘Sure. I just need your ID, and his.’
Kid#2: Really? He’s older than me!
Terah: Sorry. I heard y’all talking. He looks young, and I can’t let you buy them because they’re for him.
Kid#1: But I left my ID at home!
Terah: No ID, no smokes. It’s not worth my job.
Kid#1: Well, then I’m just going to take my business elsewhere.
Terah: Awesome. Get out.
I’m now on vacation, and I am looking forward to it.
--Terah The Gas Slave