i fucking hate customers
> 70 year old woman comes to my job (gas station) every week
> buys 7$ of groceries. puts 7$ in quarters, pennies, nickels, and dimes on my counter
“7.”
> have to painstakingly count them on the counter, put it in for her groceries
“10”
“what?”
> she stares at me blankly
“pardon me?”
> she stares at me blankly. her mouth is hanging open.
“do you want it on a pump?”
> there are three people behind her. she stares at me blankly. she is breathing like a pug with incestuous parents and grandparents
> get my manager. my manager has to take 10 minutes to pry out of this woman that she wants 10$ on pump 1, and apparently expected me to put the 7$ in change on pump 1 as well.

i like my job. love my coworkers. i hope this woman dies