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 friendās 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;
āIām sorry pump 6/8, thatās a pay at the pump only. If youād 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.ā
and then Iād 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 wouldnāt even look at our camera, Iād look right at the com and then hang it up.
Enter; my bestfriendās 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 āokay, maybe they didnāt hear meā, 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 āHi Jess. Iām filling up the snowplows. Can ya turn the pump on for me?ā
I was mortified. My best friendās dad, a man Iāve gone on trips with, spent Thanksgiving and Easter with, had just been on the receiving end of my āDat-Bitch-Fake-As-Fuckā voice, as my friend likes to call itā¦
Needless to say, any time I see a snowplow come in, I make sure to LOOK before I open my mouthā¦