So⌠I work at a gas station. My computers have since changed to make this impossible now, but about a year ago, for about 8 years, store policy was that 2 of our 8 pumps were pay-at-pump only. However, we still technically had buttons to turn them on for things like transports or buses.
My best friendâs dad comes in during the winter and fills up the snowplows that he and a few of his guys use to plow the parking lots in the city, including the one my gas station is in.
Now, up until a year ago, I would have to get on the intercom and tell people this huge script;
âIâm sorry pump 6/8, thatâs a pay at the pump only. If youâd like to pay at the pump, you will have to hang up the nozzle first, and wait for the screen to clear, before inserting a debit or credit card into the machine with stripe to the right.â
and then Iâd hang up the com and go back to whatever I was doing; usually dealing with other customers. I got so used to saying it that I wouldnât even look at our camera, Iâd look right at the com and then hang it up.
Enter; my bestfriendâs dad and one of his buddies⌠I got through my speech and hung up the com before going back to what I was doing. My com gets buzzed and I kinda figure âokay, maybe they didnât hear meâ, so I turn the com back on and ask if they need help. I release the com button, and suddenly I hear laughing and a âHi Jess. Iâm filling up the snowplows. Can ya turn the pump on for me?â
I was mortified. My best friendâs dad, a man Iâve gone on trips with, spent Thanksgiving and Easter with, had just been on the receiving end of my âDat-Bitch-Fake-As-Fuckâ voice, as my friend likes to call itâŚ
Needless to say, any time I see a snowplow come in, I make sure to LOOK before I open my mouthâŚ