I've been a long time reader of RHU, but this is my first time actually posting something. I am an assistant manager at a gas station (and have been for a year), and given my history of being known more or less for being the one most likely to handle crusties by making them the ones who feel like idiots, not to mention that I am the only female at my location who bothers to wear makeup, do her hair, and generally makes an effort to not look frumpy, you can call me Assistant Diva.
I could begin with a plethora of stories, but I think I will simply start with a N.A.T. tale:
We had been having an issue with drive offs because our company refuses to switch us to prepay only. As such, when we have drive offs, they are usually of the variety that just keep coming back to hit us over and over again. It is our policy to file a drive off report, but after that, it is all up to the LPD to take care of it.
There is a specific woman who has multiple SUVs who I will henceforth call Trail Blazer Bitch because that is the one I tend to recognize. Well, I see TBB come up to the pump and start pumping. As the protocol says, I greet her over the intercom and invite her to come up to the kiosk once she is finished. I am, of course, ignored, because don't you know, if they do not acknowledge I am there they will not get caught!
I decide to go out to the pump, pretending to be checking my trash and signs, and end up literally STANDING by the trash can, watching her pump. I have her license plate already memorized, and I knew her description, so I was openly looking at her to get a clothing description, and then I waved to her passenger, who kind of gave the awkward wave back.
As she hung up the pump, she turned around and uttered a very ladylike "Shit!" You see, I caught her doing this with her last car, which accidentally got its rim cracked because she had made a getaway on a flat tire. So I waved at her, all Customer Service Friendly.
"Hello, you ready to come pay up front?" I asked.
TBB kind of just stood there looking like the kid who got caught with the cookie jar and said, "Yes."
I waited for her to grab her purse before turning to return to the kiosk, but before I knew it, I heard the Trail Blazer start and off she went.
One of the ladies who just finished pumping offered to go after her, and I told her she doesn't have to, but because she offered my faith in humanity is a little bit restored.
Bitch still owes us like 400 dollars, but she hasn't returned since.
If I see that Trail Blazer off the clock and out of uniform I would totally like to take care of that windshield for her.