April 24, 2010

• Convenience-store bandits. Bitches.

  The gas station near my apartment is a very odd place. I don’t know why, maybe it’s the fact that the day attendant there is new and kind of looks naive, but it’s been getting a rash of people trying to scam the place out of money. Or just being generally bitchy and demanding. Maybe it’s spring, or maybe it’s just the attendant himself getting into his new job and noticing these things. Or maybe my boyfriend and I have the bad luck of showing up just as someone is trying to get free money, and the attendant tells us about all the shit that happened, and we are under the impression that it’s much worse than it actually is. As we entered today for sodas and cigs, like the typical Friday tradition, there was a douchebag storming out because he was trying to pay with a big bill when the sign specifically says “we can’t take anything bigger than a $20″. Earlier today, we were told, some guy came in and started taking money out of a charity jar at the front counter for a fucking baseball team. A baseball team, dammit! Then one other time in the past couple of weeks, I think it was last Sunday, we came in just as some dude was claiming that he paid 100$ in gas and “forgot” to fill up. Bitches. And these are things that happen, I’m sure, it’s odd to me that it happens so often. I’ve never heard of this behavior in that particular store until recently, and it kind of pisses me off, just because the attendant is alone in the store and only has the options of either kicking ass or calling the police (which, by the way, the station is just across the street so I have to wonder why so many people take the gamble to be so blatantly shady). Or maybe this is just a side of humanity that I didn’t want to think about. Scamming is seemingly more justifiable than outright stealing, and is harder to prove. I remember once going to a gas station in another state, and the man who runs the place was so paranoid that he had his counter glassed in, you could only pay by throwing your money into an opening like a chute, and all the shelves were turned diagonally so he could see everything that every customer does. My first impression was that he had either had his life threatened, or he just understood that by doing this that it was damn hard for him to get scammed. “I have a glass in front of me,fucker, just try to tell me the chips aren’t the right price. You can’t. And I won’t hear your angry screams when the cops cart you off to jail, you festering sore piece of shit.”

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