This story was originally posted on: December 20, 2010
I was reminiscing about my job at the amusement-at-the-expense-of-employees park, and I remembered this gem from my second year there.
It was my last day of that season, and I was cleaning up my stand. This upset, raging lady came up to me and started yelling at me about "technical difficulties."
I asked what was wrong, and she led me to the vending machine about 10 feet from my stand. She pointed to the price, and it read $99.99.
Now, this machine takes cash or credit, and she apparently swiped her card for a bottle of Dr. Pepper. She was freaking out because she'd not read the price, and had been charged 100$ for a bottle of soda.
Now, of course, being an employee, this is obviously MY fault, so she demanded I open my register and give her 100 dollars in cash.
My department head happened to be in the area, and he had a reputation for being a spineless anus-kissing fuckwaffle, to put it nicely. He however is insanely paranoid about losing money though, so he told the lady he would call the Pepsi company.
This was not good enough for the dumb-as-rocks custy, and she demanded that we compensate her for her lack of an ability to read prices.
He told her to go talk to customer service (being about as spineless as a sea cucumber, of course).
I'm not sure what ended up happening, nor could I care less because at that point I just wanted to go home and kill shit on Call of Duty to take out my rage.
Have good helliday RHU!