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I have a lovely story from work last night. If you are eating something right now, you might want to scroll past and come back when you're done.
So last night this guy came up to my register with a big can of Natty Ice. Two seconds in conversation with him told me he was trashed already - he could barely speak and disturbingly had saliva all over his mouth. Five more seconds and I smelled a disturbing aroma. The guy reeked of shit. I took the can away, as it is against the law here to sell alcohol to someone who is already intoxicated.
I'll admit I fudged it a bit - I don't like confrontation, and I am afraid that one of these days I'm going to get an angry drunk, so I didn't tell him why. I just pretended that we couldn't take the traveller's check he wanted to pay with (not true). I mean, frankly he probably wouldn't have even noticed if I had said, "Because you are drunk and you stink of shit," but you never know.
After he left, the store was quiet other than a couple who was talking to my coworker about something, so I went back and put the can away. When I got back up front, my coworker had disappeared and the couple told me, "That guy? He shit his pants and it was running down his legs!"
. . .
My first horrified thought was that he had done it in the store, but nope, it wasn't quite that bad. He had merely done it outside, then come in and tracked it ALL OVER the store. And when I looked around, I could see the nice little brown footprints.
My coworker, bless him, emerged from the back a moment later with the mopbucket and took care of the cleaning up. When he was done, I offered to buy him a soda, but he said weakly, "No, thanks, I just - I need to go out and take a break."
Yeah.
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customers_suck, stories like this are a dime a dozen. Why can't people control their bodily functions?
So last night this guy came up to my register with a big can of Natty Ice. Two seconds in conversation with him told me he was trashed already - he could barely speak and disturbingly had saliva all over his mouth. Five more seconds and I smelled a disturbing aroma. The guy reeked of shit. I took the can away, as it is against the law here to sell alcohol to someone who is already intoxicated.
I'll admit I fudged it a bit - I don't like confrontation, and I am afraid that one of these days I'm going to get an angry drunk, so I didn't tell him why. I just pretended that we couldn't take the traveller's check he wanted to pay with (not true). I mean, frankly he probably wouldn't have even noticed if I had said, "Because you are drunk and you stink of shit," but you never know.
After he left, the store was quiet other than a couple who was talking to my coworker about something, so I went back and put the can away. When I got back up front, my coworker had disappeared and the couple told me, "That guy? He shit his pants and it was running down his legs!"
. . .
My first horrified thought was that he had done it in the store, but nope, it wasn't quite that bad. He had merely done it outside, then come in and tracked it ALL OVER the store. And when I looked around, I could see the nice little brown footprints.
My coworker, bless him, emerged from the back a moment later with the mopbucket and took care of the cleaning up. When he was done, I offered to buy him a soda, but he said weakly, "No, thanks, I just - I need to go out and take a break."
Yeah.
The sad thing? At
customers_suck, stories like this are a dime a dozen. Why can't people control their bodily functions?
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