Credit dishevel
The adventures never end at the liquor store where I work. My job kind of requires that I sometimes do things that would inconvenience some customers, such as asking for ID and while this usually isn't a problem, some people get annoyed and people my age like to pretend that they can be smart and lip me off. What's that? You're lipping me off? This ID looks fake, I can't serve you. But then there are other times I have to ask for ID, such as when a credit card has no signature on the back (thus technically rendering it void and such). Anyways, most of the time this isn't too much of a problem and the person produces the ID right away, in fact some people even thank me for it because they've had credit cards stolen in the past. But this is not always the case, in fact this week I not only had my first encounter with someone that didn't appreciate it, but my second as well. But I will only go into detail about the first because it would have to be the funniest. For the purpose of this dialogue I will call him Guffo but I do know his real name and the pranks and such shall ensue shortly (thus the advantages of him yelling at me BEFORE I checked his ID causing me to have reason to remember his name and address) anyways on to the dialogue...
Matt: Hi there! How are you today?
Guffo: Okay...
Matt: *rings though the 3 bottles of Asti* That comes to $42.58. Visa? Okay.
*Visa is swiped through the machine and a few seconds pass before it clears*
Matt: Alright can you sign right here sir and I'll need to see some Identification for your signature. It seems that it may have come off the back of your card.
Guffo: Fuck! You know this almost never happens!
Matt: I'm sorry sir but it really is for your protection.
Guffo: Fine! *pulls out drivers license* There are you happy you stupid fucking moron?
Matt: I'm really sorry about the inconvenience but it really is in your best interest that I do this.
Guffo: I find it insulting that you would think that I'd steal a card you moron.
Matt: Well I'm sorry about that...Would you like your receit?
Guffo: No!
Matt: *tosses receit in the garbage*
Guffo: You know there are other alternatives to throwing it in the garbage you idiot.
Matt: Well sir I would think that since you said you didn't want the receit that it actually meant you didn't want the receit...
Guffo: Well if you would pay more fucking attention to your job and what people are saying you stupid moron, and not people's credit cards...
Matt: (cuts Guffo off) Actually sir, it is my job to pay attention to people's credit cards, as well as many other things that I must do around the store, such as asking people to leave when they can't seem to get the hint that they aren't wanted here anymore...
Guffo: you stupid fucking moron...
Matt: Goodbye sir and have a really great day!
now first things first, yes I actually am that polite when I work. It's after the customer leaves that I make fun of them. Secondly I need to point out that during that whole conversation it was VERY hard for me not to burst out laughing, I'm almost immune to people yelling at me and this guy was very bad at it...I mean he couldn't even change what he insulted me with, just the same 3 words in different orders. PATHETIC!
-Matt
The adventures never end at the liquor store where I work. My job kind of requires that I sometimes do things that would inconvenience some customers, such as asking for ID and while this usually isn't a problem, some people get annoyed and people my age like to pretend that they can be smart and lip me off. What's that? You're lipping me off? This ID looks fake, I can't serve you. But then there are other times I have to ask for ID, such as when a credit card has no signature on the back (thus technically rendering it void and such). Anyways, most of the time this isn't too much of a problem and the person produces the ID right away, in fact some people even thank me for it because they've had credit cards stolen in the past. But this is not always the case, in fact this week I not only had my first encounter with someone that didn't appreciate it, but my second as well. But I will only go into detail about the first because it would have to be the funniest. For the purpose of this dialogue I will call him Guffo but I do know his real name and the pranks and such shall ensue shortly (thus the advantages of him yelling at me BEFORE I checked his ID causing me to have reason to remember his name and address) anyways on to the dialogue...
Matt: Hi there! How are you today?
Guffo: Okay...
Matt: *rings though the 3 bottles of Asti* That comes to $42.58. Visa? Okay.
*Visa is swiped through the machine and a few seconds pass before it clears*
Matt: Alright can you sign right here sir and I'll need to see some Identification for your signature. It seems that it may have come off the back of your card.
Guffo: Fuck! You know this almost never happens!
Matt: I'm sorry sir but it really is for your protection.
Guffo: Fine! *pulls out drivers license* There are you happy you stupid fucking moron?
Matt: I'm really sorry about the inconvenience but it really is in your best interest that I do this.
Guffo: I find it insulting that you would think that I'd steal a card you moron.
Matt: Well I'm sorry about that...Would you like your receit?
Guffo: No!
Matt: *tosses receit in the garbage*
Guffo: You know there are other alternatives to throwing it in the garbage you idiot.
Matt: Well sir I would think that since you said you didn't want the receit that it actually meant you didn't want the receit...
Guffo: Well if you would pay more fucking attention to your job and what people are saying you stupid moron, and not people's credit cards...
Matt: (cuts Guffo off) Actually sir, it is my job to pay attention to people's credit cards, as well as many other things that I must do around the store, such as asking people to leave when they can't seem to get the hint that they aren't wanted here anymore...
Guffo: you stupid fucking moron...
Matt: Goodbye sir and have a really great day!
now first things first, yes I actually am that polite when I work. It's after the customer leaves that I make fun of them. Secondly I need to point out that during that whole conversation it was VERY hard for me not to burst out laughing, I'm almost immune to people yelling at me and this guy was very bad at it...I mean he couldn't even change what he insulted me with, just the same 3 words in different orders. PATHETIC!
-Matt
posted by Happy Death at 10:23 p.m.
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