Don't do drugs kids
I was working closing one day at my convience store. It was maybe 15 minutes to closing this day, meaning my register was the only register open. Occasionally you’ll get the handful of people who need to run in for a quick snack or some emergency cold medicine or whatever, and while I despise people that come into the store that late, those people normally don’t linger and want to leave as much as I want them to.
Except for these two guys that walked in this night, absolutely REEKING of weed and alcohol. I swear you could smell them as soon as they came through the door.
So while I’m helping the random scattered customers and cleaning up for closing, these guys grab a cart and walk as slowly as possible through the snack aisle, sometimes picking up an item to investigate it, sometimes just staring out into space. 10 mins to closing and they finally decide on a couple family sized bags of chips and dip. Then they move to look at the cans of soda. Again either investigating various items or simply staring into the Void™.
Just before one of my coworkers gives a five minute warning over the PA, I get another small group of customers that rush in for last minute things. The two strung-out bros finally push their cart of a couple chip bags and a couple 12pack sodas to my register. I give my usual “Do you have a rewards card with us?” all customer servicey while also trying not to vomit from the smell of weed (my body reacts HORRIBLY to weed) and the guys just… stand there. Staring at the card reader. They don’t pull their items out the cart either they’re just frozen. The small group of people are now starting to line up behind them and look as frustrated as I am with these two. I wave my hand at the guys and ask them if they needed help with something, and if they can actually put their items on my counter so I can scan them. That conversation went kinda like this:
Guy B: *slowly stacking items on counter*
Guy A:*very quietly* …Number…
Me: You have a number attached to your rewards card?
Guy A: *still quietly* …Want… number…
Me:*starting to drop my CS voice out of frustration* You want to attach your number to your rewards card?
Guy A:*i swear to god he got even quieter* …out… number… name…
Me:*handing Guy B their scanned and bagged items* Did you… want a new rewards card?
Guy B:*directed to me* HEY WHAT’S YOUR PHONE NUMBER MY FRIEND THINKS YOU’RE CUTE
Me:*now completely done with both of them* Are you paying with cash or card.
Guy A fishes his card out his pocket, pays, and they both quickly leave the store. It was five minutes after closing. Thank God the people left in line were nice and told me I shouldn’t have had to deal with that crap but that was maybe the second most frustrating transaction I’ve dealt with.