Spawnie's Life as a Retail Slut
Saturday, September 17, 2005
I was working last night at the gas station, minding my own business, when this drunk lady pulled in to get gas. She pulled to the pump that's at the end of the lot, that pump is pre-pay only. She got mad when I told her that over the speaker. She something along the lines of, "Fuck this pre-pay shit, I'm not doing it. So, me being the good employee that I am, refuse to turn on the pump for her, until she pre-pays. She staggers in, she's totally wasted, and reeks like a brewery.
She pre-pays for her gas, and staggers back out. The police roll in, like they do everynight, to get coffee. I was talking to them, and she staggers back in, because she has change coming. This time she is all polite and nice, because the cops are there. I give her, her change, and she staggers off.
The cops give me a weird look, and asked me about her. I said that she's drunk. The cops laughed, and went to a window, to watch her leave.
The drunk gets in her car, and pulls away. On her attempted drive, she comes about 3 inches, from wiping out a gas pump. She then backs up, and gives it a second try.
Success, she pulls away without hitting anything, and takes off down the street.
The cops smile, tell me to have a good evening, and leave. They jump into their car, hit the lights, and take off.
Ha, that's what you get for driving drunk, and being rude to the gas station cashier.
Don't fuck with the man behind the counter.
TheGuyOnTheCouch at 11:46 PM