Post by sapphiresmoke on Aug 11, 2010 0:13:28 GMT -5
You can all ignore this if you want to... 
Two guys came into the gas station I work at today, with a teenage girl (nineteen, I believe... pretty sure she was in my graduating class). They get two big cans of beer and a small bottle of pop. I ask for her ID, because I'm not allowed to sell alcohol to someone, even if they are overage, in the company of someone underage. She gives it to me, I see that she's not old enough (by a longshot). I apologize and explain that I can't sell the alcohol to them because I have no guarantee that they won't give it to her as soon as they're out of my sight. I make sure to say that it's against the law (multiple times by the time this is over).
One of the men (who is definitely old enough to be reasonable about this, especially as he claims to be the girl's father) takes this as his cue to completely chew me out, call me a b****, and tell me that they're regulars (supposedly coming in "every night," though I've never seen them before) and that we've just lost their business (like I really care). All the while the girl is backing up her dad (way to convince me that it's not for her) by yelling at me just as much. As I've been trained to do, I remove the alcohol from the counter to show that I won't be swayed and to reduce the temptation for them to just grab it and leave. He demands that I give it to him, so I ask why (which I figured was a reasonable question - he obviously wasn't about to just politely put it back where he got it, and he definitely looked mad enough to walk out with it without paying). He whips the bottle of pop at me (and misses, thankfully, hitting the cigarette display behind me - he threw that thing hard). They storm out of the store.
Augh. I'm still shaking. I know I was in the right, and a big part of me just finds it funny that they reacted so badly (I mean, come on. It's beer, not the elixer of life). But I really, really hate being yelled at. I'm a quiet person by nature, so that shook me up quite a bit. That whole time, I tried to stay pleasant and polite and explained multiple times why I was not allowed, by law, to sell to them, and they just flipped out on me. It was my first day back after a little over a week off, too... What a wonderful welcome back.
Okay. Deep breath, lol.
Two guys came into the gas station I work at today, with a teenage girl (nineteen, I believe... pretty sure she was in my graduating class). They get two big cans of beer and a small bottle of pop. I ask for her ID, because I'm not allowed to sell alcohol to someone, even if they are overage, in the company of someone underage. She gives it to me, I see that she's not old enough (by a longshot). I apologize and explain that I can't sell the alcohol to them because I have no guarantee that they won't give it to her as soon as they're out of my sight. I make sure to say that it's against the law (multiple times by the time this is over).
One of the men (who is definitely old enough to be reasonable about this, especially as he claims to be the girl's father) takes this as his cue to completely chew me out, call me a b****, and tell me that they're regulars (supposedly coming in "every night," though I've never seen them before) and that we've just lost their business (like I really care). All the while the girl is backing up her dad (way to convince me that it's not for her) by yelling at me just as much. As I've been trained to do, I remove the alcohol from the counter to show that I won't be swayed and to reduce the temptation for them to just grab it and leave. He demands that I give it to him, so I ask why (which I figured was a reasonable question - he obviously wasn't about to just politely put it back where he got it, and he definitely looked mad enough to walk out with it without paying). He whips the bottle of pop at me (and misses, thankfully, hitting the cigarette display behind me - he threw that thing hard). They storm out of the store.
Augh. I'm still shaking. I know I was in the right, and a big part of me just finds it funny that they reacted so badly (I mean, come on. It's beer, not the elixer of life). But I really, really hate being yelled at. I'm a quiet person by nature, so that shook me up quite a bit. That whole time, I tried to stay pleasant and polite and explained multiple times why I was not allowed, by law, to sell to them, and they just flipped out on me. It was my first day back after a little over a week off, too... What a wonderful welcome back.
Okay. Deep breath, lol.
But I'm glad it's going better
