After hobbling across the parking lot of the Sis-Town Casey's on Thursday, to pre-pay for T-Hoe's gas, I was happy to see only one customer ahead of me at the counter. Only the right-side register was open. A balding 30-something guy was wrapping up his transaction. He had bought a scratcher. Looked to be a $10 or $20 ticket, but I didn't have a good view.
As I patiently waited for Dude to step aside, Dude started scratching his ticket! Not leaning on the counter. Just standing there after paying, holding it in his hands, scratching with a quarter. He had glanced over his shoulder. He knew I was there. In line. Behind him. Whose turn was over. But no. He stood in the same place, scratching his lottery ticket, as if it was his right.
THEN Dude handed the ticket to the clerk, a young guy who is personable enough, just doing his job. "Oh. Did you have a winner?" Dude shook his head. "I don't think so. Check it." So Clerk scanned it, and affirmed that it was a loser.
"Give me a number 13 and number 14," said Dude. Because, you know, he's entitled to never-ending transactions while he stands in front of the counter with three people now waiting behind him.
Lucky for me, the older lady clerk, who looks like Linda Hunt the small actress, came to open up the left-side register, and said she could help me. She WAS quite helpful! Sold me $46 worth of winnings.
Take THAT, you entitled Dude!
4 comments:
That really was quite rude of him. I hope his new tickets were also losers.
River,
Heh, heh! I was out the door before he was done. He was probably scratching the new ones while keeping the line waiting!
The cashier should ask him to step aside to she could serve the waiting line.
River,
The cashier was a young guy barely out of his teens. He did not seem like he had the confidence to make such a request of that dude.
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