Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts

11.15.2009

confessions of a...

gas station attendant.

Sometimes us humans aren't very smart. We all have our blonde moments, some more than others. I haven't quite figured out which I think is worse: saying something stupid in front of total strangers or in front of your friends. It is funnier to me, however, to blog about complete strangers that made a fool of themselves in front of me.
These few examples come from folks mistaking product or company names, which left me clenching my mouth shut so I didn't burst out laughing.
A lady came in the other day and asked for "Pyramid Mint Lights"....what!? Assuming she wanted some kind of cigarette, I said, "Do you mean Parliament, not Pyramid?"
"No, Pyramid Mint Lights", she insisted.
I politely told her there was no such brand as Pyramid cigarettes and that cigarettes come only in regular and menthol, not mint. The whole time I was trying not to chortle.
She looked at me, a bit embarassed, and admitted they weren't for her and asked if she could see the package on the Parliament Menthol Lights.
+1 time the customer was not right.

Quite a while ago a woman came in and ordered "Caramel Lights"....again, what!?!
This one was a bit more obvious, she was ordering "Camel Lights", but apparently was letter-happy and added a few to her order.
I repeated, "Camel Lights?" to clarify and she looked at me angrily and said "What? No! Caramel Lights! The blue and white box! CARAMEL LIGHTS!" Okay okay. Crazy woman.
Caramel? Really? Wow.
+1 more time the customer was not right.

(And the best...)
A guy walked in the store and started looking around. I asked if he needed help finding anything. He said no, but looked very reluctant about his answer as he kept on his search. A bit later he walked up towards the counter and said "I'm looking for these snacks...and I think they are the Dolly Parton snacks. Yes yes yes! That's it, the Dolly Parton snacks."
I was puzzled. And flabbergasted. And this time I definitely let a laugh out.
He tried to explain to me what he was looking for, but I couldn't make out if it was a candy bar or what he was looking for, he just kept insisting that it was a Dolly Parton brand snack.
Finally, it clicked. He was looking for the Little Debbie snacks. I lost it. I was nearly in tears by the time he picked out what he wanted. The best part? He picked out Little Debbie Sno Balls....

You might think I'm lying. But I'm not.

Have a good day, come back soon. Don't let the embarrassing times get you down, we all do it.

9.18.2009

confessions of a...

gas station attendant.


tears. (teerz) noun. -fluid appearing in or flowing from the eye as result of emotion; grief, sorrow.
They rarely fall from my eyes, but sometimes a girl just needs a good cry. This one was inflicted by a combination of the following: irritability, the price of chocolate, pen throwing, law-abiding-ness, other women's pms, the cost of gas, other woman's crappy day.
I go in waves at the store, there will be months that go by that I thoroughly enjoy work and am able to tolerate customers and treat them amicably but every once in awhile I just feel over-loaded and it seems that if I have to fake nice for one more customer that I will spontaneously combust (which is pretty much the worst possible thing at a gas station).
I get tapped out of nice. Out of being cordial. Out of being welcoming and homey. Out of being a little ray in sunshine in someone's day. Rude customers come and go...they bum me out for a few minutes but I'll get over it as the night moves on.
For the first time the other night, a rude woman left with her goods she complained and grumbled and threw pens (at me!?!) over and I felt myself welling up, so I walked in the back room, turned on the buzzer for the door, and started to cry. Those emotional-girl thoughts started racing though my head..."I don't deserve to be treated like that!" "I cannot believe how rude some people are!" "Jeez I'm like the nicest person ever and I'm freaking crying!" "Why am I crying...I'm such a nerd." "I AM SO LAME NOBODY LIKES ME!" "Oh my gosh nobody likes me I'm never going to get married!" ....and on and on and on. Luckily nobody came in during my dramatic tear escapade, but I quickly realized it was nearing 10pm. Shortly after ten bells walks in a great customer friend dude guy who offered to beat up the woman who hurt my feelings and made me cry. Life was alright after that. 

Seriously. Don't forget we're not robots. We have feelings.