Live Leak: It was about 12 am, I stumbled upon this guy at the gas station in Aurora, Colorado. Anyone could of have walked out with the cash drawer. This guy was passed out. I am not gonna snitch this guy out but hey I am gonna upload the footage ;)
From Terah when she worked in Gas Station Hell, posted to RHU, Jan, 2014:
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
If you have enjoyed Terah's stories from Gas Station Hell this month and would like to read more of her posts, you can click here. At last we heard (Nov, 2015) she was working in Call Center Hell.
Gas station worker here. We had some crazies coming to our store but this became one of our top 3.
A lady came in and paid $20 for the gas. After 5 or 10 minutes later, the lady came back inside furiously.
Lady: HEY! Excuse me!
Me: [Helping out other customers,] Yes?
Lady: What are you doing? Pump my gas!!
Me: Is there anything wrong with the pump?
The lady just ignored me and left the store.
We were kind of confused why I had to go pump this lady's gas. The pump wasn't jammed or had any problem (Pump's status is shown on our register screen). Also, our gas station is a self-serve and customers consistently came in so none of us had time to go outside.
After few more minutes, the lady came back.
Lady: HEEEEEEY!!! Did you hear me? Pump my gas!!!
Then she left again. A moment later, we hear honking outside. This lady was just repeatedly honking in her car looking straight us.
Damn right. So I went outside to check what's going on and apparently this lady just wanted me to pump her gas. She kept looking at me with a straight face the whole time while I was pumping the gas. It was one of the most awkward moments in my life.
Lady: You know this is [Chain] service. Right?
Me: .... Ok....
After pumping the gas, I came back to the store. About 5 minutes later, this lady came back again.
Me: .......... Excuse me?
Lady: I want a refund for this C*** service.
Me: Um.... No. Gasoline is already in the tank.
The lady starts rampaging about this "C*** service" and started to yell at us.
Coworker: You want to call the police? I will call police right now.
Lady: Just give refund my money.
Coworker: Nope. I'm calling the police right now.
Then the lady just left the store, flipping a finger at both of us.
The craziest part is that this lady didn't seem to be drunk or under drug influence. This experience made me really question how these people can function within society.
Last night, I was working with Big M and Chatty Cat. Big M was on Lunch break, and I was on the ground to stock something. We’ve been out of stock for a LONG time, and, understandably, customers are getting upset. We’re doing our best to be polite about it, even me.
This bitch comes in and asks Chatty Cat for something we were out of, and she told her as such. Chatty Cat is that coworker who if she says she was polite to the customer, she was polite to the customer. The bitch, clearly, didn’t like to hear we didn’t have her cancer sticks.
Bitch: JESUS CHRIST! I’m just going to fucking go somewhere else from now on! You all are fucking incompetent!
I heard her scream, and I jumped up from where I was and began waving and shouting as loud and cheerfully as I could.
Terah: BYE! You have a wonderful evening, ma’am, we’ll see you tomorrow!!
Bitch: FUCK YOU!
Terah: Take a number, lady, I’ve been hearing that all day!
--Terah The Gas Slave
Guy: Why isn't this fucking pump working!?
Me: Look at the 7" screen and answer the questions. (simple yes or no questions)
Guy: I ain't gonna answer shit!
Me: Ok well give it about a minute or two before it starts.
Guy: I want my gas now!
Me: Then answer the questions
Guy: No I shouldn't have to. I already paid for the gas and I want it!
Me: Then wait
Guy: Go fuck yourself. I'm never coming back. I shouldn't have to answer any fucking questions!
The questions are 'do you want a fuel injector cleaner' with a yes or no (if you want it then you select what you want: different prices)
And 'do you want a receipt.'
Very fucking simple.