Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Could You BE Any Slower?

Why is it the first customer of the night is always the one to piss me off when I work night shift?

I was actually in a good mood when I came in to work.

This guy comes up to the register asking for cigarette specials. I tell him we don't have any and he just stands there looking at the cigarettes.

So then he starts asking me the price of some of the cigarettes. At first I tell him, but when he's on the 5th cigarette he wants to know the price for, I start to get irritated. First, the prices are right in front of the cigarettes. Second, I now have a line of people waiting behind him.

"How much are the Camels?"

"$5.12. I'm going to ring up these other people behind you until you decide what you want."

He stands to the side to let the next customer step up. "You know what? Nevermind, I'll just go to another gas station for cigarettes," he said angrily.

"You know what? Go somewhere else, I don't fucking care," was what I wanted to say, but didnt.

Instead I said nothing and after he left customers were talking about what a douche that guy had been.

I don't understand why some people think we have nothing better to do but stand up there and wait while you decide. Sure, it's my job to sell cigarettes, but not while you take 10 minutes to decide and hold up the line for the other customers.


  1. Beyond the obvious, the other thing that annoys me about this story is who in the hell has to decide what cigerettes they want? I've been around smokers all my life and I've never seen one at a loss for what brand they want. They either have one brand they always smoke, they have a couple they rotate around, or they just smoke whatever's cheapest at the moment if they're tightwads. In the last case he would have just aske for the cheapest available.

    So this makes no sense on any level.

  2. Those people annoy the eff out of me. When I worked at Dunkin' Donuts, they would ask the price of everything on the menu, and then would get upset that I didn't know the price of two donuts and a bagel with butter, no cream cheese, off the top of my head.

  3. What is the worst that would happen if you said to the customers what you were thinking, and blogging to us about? I bet they'd do a double-take, and you'd be able to say, "Oh dear. Did I say that OUT LOUD? I only meant to THINK it."

  4. Well, I['m so easily guilt-addled that if I take more than 3 seconds to do anything I feel horrible and want to apologize to everyone in the room. On the flipside though, I get really pissed if a douchebag like the one you had ends up in line in front of me.

  5. I can't tell you how annoyed I get when somebody does this crap. I have a male friend who thinks he's being amusing to cashiers and tries his damnedest to make them laugh. The line gets longer, the cashier gets a little shorter with their answers and he still doesn't catch on. He is totally oblivious to the fact that people are waiting. Such a rude jerk. (Yeah, I'm hard up for friends.)

  6. Specials? Really? If you can't afford 'em, maybe you should quit.




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