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Now that I am sober more able to concentrate, I will tell you a stupid work story.
Yesterday, just before I was about to cash out my drawer, I got a customer wanting four money orders. After the fee per money order (ninety-nine cents, if you care), they came to $336 and some change.
At first, the money he gave me was short fifty bucks. I know this because I counted it, because I count money very carefully when it comes to big amounts like that for money orders. He fumbled through his wallet and found a fifty, so I just figured he'd had a brain fart.
I counted the new amount, and then again real quick just to make sure, before I printed the money orders.
He seemed confused about the final amount, so I told it to him, and then recounted the money he'd given me out loud: Two hundreds, two fifties, seven fives, and two ones, which comes to $337. The fact that I remember the exact amount of each denomination over twenty-four hours later should tell you how well I know exactly what he gave me and that it covered the cost. I gave him his bit of change, explained about the fees for the money orders, and even printed out a receipt so he could work out the math himself. He - and I should make this clear - looked at the receipt and went on his merry way without complaint.
In short, I win at cashiering.
Then this morning, my manager told me that he came by after I left, claiming that I'd shorted him fifty bucks.
BULL. SHIT.
Luckily, my manager believes me; my drawer came out just about even when it was counted (as opposed to fifty over, which it would have been if I'd overcharged the guy), and she knows perfectly well that I wouldn't steal like that.
So, she of course didn't just give the guy fifty bucks, and she blocked him with something about still having to total up the day's profits. It helps that apparently the guy has a reputation as a "shyster" (Lori's word; she is so from the fifties).
If it ultimately comes down to my word against his, I think I will win. Probably, though, since he's seen that I am not an easy target (ie, I can count), and Lori is intelligent, he and his complaint will just melt right away.
Sorry, asshole, but you are not making fifty bucks off us with your third-rate con, so go away, and may I suggest several viewings of Matchstick Men to help come up with an even remotely plausible scam?
Yesterday, just before I was about to cash out my drawer, I got a customer wanting four money orders. After the fee per money order (ninety-nine cents, if you care), they came to $336 and some change.
At first, the money he gave me was short fifty bucks. I know this because I counted it, because I count money very carefully when it comes to big amounts like that for money orders. He fumbled through his wallet and found a fifty, so I just figured he'd had a brain fart.
I counted the new amount, and then again real quick just to make sure, before I printed the money orders.
He seemed confused about the final amount, so I told it to him, and then recounted the money he'd given me out loud: Two hundreds, two fifties, seven fives, and two ones, which comes to $337. The fact that I remember the exact amount of each denomination over twenty-four hours later should tell you how well I know exactly what he gave me and that it covered the cost. I gave him his bit of change, explained about the fees for the money orders, and even printed out a receipt so he could work out the math himself. He - and I should make this clear - looked at the receipt and went on his merry way without complaint.
In short, I win at cashiering.
Then this morning, my manager told me that he came by after I left, claiming that I'd shorted him fifty bucks.
BULL. SHIT.
Luckily, my manager believes me; my drawer came out just about even when it was counted (as opposed to fifty over, which it would have been if I'd overcharged the guy), and she knows perfectly well that I wouldn't steal like that.
So, she of course didn't just give the guy fifty bucks, and she blocked him with something about still having to total up the day's profits. It helps that apparently the guy has a reputation as a "shyster" (Lori's word; she is so from the fifties).
If it ultimately comes down to my word against his, I think I will win. Probably, though, since he's seen that I am not an easy target (ie, I can count), and Lori is intelligent, he and his complaint will just melt right away.
Sorry, asshole, but you are not making fifty bucks off us with your third-rate con, so go away, and may I suggest several viewings of Matchstick Men to help come up with an even remotely plausible scam?
