I was in the window the other night, it seems all my asshole stories start with me in the window, and this fucker pulls up for a pack of smokes. I ring them up, they’re not quite $4, and he hands me change. I count it out, and it’s about $1.05.
I look at the ledge and see a huge, unrolled bag of pennies sitting there.
Jerk: There’s the rest of it.
Terah: Uhm… I’m sorry. I can’t take them unless they’re rolled.
Terah: Pennies that total more than 75 cents need to be rolled before I can accept them to my till.
That’s being GENEROUS, too. Asshole, I have a line around the building, I’m not sitting there and counting out $3 in PENNIES.
Jerk: Give me the fucking bag! No one tells you a fucking THING until you get up to the window here! You need to start TELLING people this before they get to the window! I’m going to [Neighboring town]! Fucking bitch!
Terah: You’re the fucker who didn’t call first and ask.
He sped off.
And then, several hours later it’s break time and I’m by myself on a dead portion of the night, so I’m standing in the back, writing at this point because we’re out of almost everything so there’s literally nothing left to stock.
The bell rings and I drop my pencil and walk up to the window. It hasn’t even been four seconds by the time the car got to the window until I got there, and when I did, it sped off. I went back to my writing when the bell rings again. Once more, I drop my shit and walk up. It’s a different car, but the driver has no problem with me taking four seconds to get up there.
I finish him out and once more go back. A few minutes later, the bell rings again and I drop my crap once more and walk up. THIS IS CRUCIAL to understand: I have not hesitated at all. By the time I get to the window, the fucking bitch lays on her goddamn horn until I open it up.
She is giving me a death glare. Uh… wtf is YOUR problem?
I just give an "I don’t really like you, but I have to be nice to you against my will," smile.
Terah: What do you need?
The boyfriend in the passenger seat seems to understand that I’m pissed at her, he leans over and tries to apologize for it when the bitch holds her hand up and says, "Just fucking shut up. Not a WORD."
Terah: …what do you want?
So I walk and get his lighter fluid and walk out of her sight to the shelf her smokes sit on. For a good minute, I stare at a full wall of them before walking back to the window and giving that same smile.
Terah: Sorry. I’m sold out of those until Tuesday.
I’m a terrible person, and I didn’t even feel bad about it.
--Terah The Gas Slave