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<blockquote data-quote="witzend" data-source="post: 268543" data-attributes="member: 99"><p>OK, I have to tell this story from way back when I was a cashier in a supermarket. We were a big store in a weird little trendy neighborhood. It was located directly between the richest people in the city and skid row. </p><p></p><p>One night, I was working the 1 - 8 items line. We mostly sold 40 oz. beer in that line, but also a lot of last minute heads of lettuce and milk. It was really busy and I had about 10 people in line continuously. I worked at a pretty brisk pace, so the line kept moving, and I kept looking up to see if it was getting any shorter. There were mostly yuppies and bums in the line, so this teenage girl looked a little out of place. Plus she had "that look" about her that she was going to try to do something wrong. And she had two 40 ouncers with her and I knew I was going to card her.</p><p></p><p>So she gets up to me, and I am just getting ready to ask for her I.D., and she puts this soaking wet money down on the counter and says, "That's peed on money, but that's ok." I said, "What?" She said, "That money's been peed on, but that's ok because you have to take it." The people in line behind her looked horrified.<img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/surprise.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":surprise:" title="surprise :surprise:" data-shortname=":surprise:" /> I told her "I'm sorry, but I am working with food here, and I will not take your peed on money." She had a little hissy fit, but I wasn't having any of it and the people behind her were not happy, so she left and I had someone put the beer back on the shelf.</p><p></p><p>About 5 minutes later she's back in line with her two 40 ouncers. She makes it to the front, throws the money on the counter and says "This money hasn't been <em>peed on,</em> OK?" I said, "Can I see your I.D.?" She says "This isn't for me, it's for him." I said "Who?" She points over to this old man passed out on the bench by the front door and says "It's for <em>him!</em> He's passed out and can't buy it for himself so <em>I'm</em> buying it for him!" I said, "Well, even with money that's not been peed on, I can't sell alcohol to someone who's under age, <em>or</em> to someone who is passed out." She got all huffy and left, swearing and yelling all the way to the door. </p><p></p><p>I'll give her <em>this</em>, though. She <em>did</em> roust the old man off the bench and take him with her instead of just walking out the door with his money.</p><p></p><p><img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/sick.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":sick:" title="sick :sick:" data-shortname=":sick:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="witzend, post: 268543, member: 99"] OK, I have to tell this story from way back when I was a cashier in a supermarket. We were a big store in a weird little trendy neighborhood. It was located directly between the richest people in the city and skid row. One night, I was working the 1 - 8 items line. We mostly sold 40 oz. beer in that line, but also a lot of last minute heads of lettuce and milk. It was really busy and I had about 10 people in line continuously. I worked at a pretty brisk pace, so the line kept moving, and I kept looking up to see if it was getting any shorter. There were mostly yuppies and bums in the line, so this teenage girl looked a little out of place. Plus she had "that look" about her that she was going to try to do something wrong. And she had two 40 ouncers with her and I knew I was going to card her. So she gets up to me, and I am just getting ready to ask for her I.D., and she puts this soaking wet money down on the counter and says, "That's peed on money, but that's ok." I said, "What?" She said, "That money's been peed on, but that's ok because you have to take it." The people in line behind her looked horrified.:surprised1: I told her "I'm sorry, but I am working with food here, and I will not take your peed on money." She had a little hissy fit, but I wasn't having any of it and the people behind her were not happy, so she left and I had someone put the beer back on the shelf. About 5 minutes later she's back in line with her two 40 ouncers. She makes it to the front, throws the money on the counter and says "This money hasn't been [I]peed on,[/I] OK?" I said, "Can I see your I.D.?" She says "This isn't for me, it's for him." I said "Who?" She points over to this old man passed out on the bench by the front door and says "It's for [I]him![/I] He's passed out and can't buy it for himself so [I]I'm[/I] buying it for him!" I said, "Well, even with money that's not been peed on, I can't sell alcohol to someone who's under age, [I]or[/I] to someone who is passed out." She got all huffy and left, swearing and yelling all the way to the door. I'll give her [I]this[/I], though. She [I]did[/I] roust the old man off the bench and take him with her instead of just walking out the door with his money. :sick: [/QUOTE]
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