Deneece: Lost fan and Kleptomaniac???

So, as promised, I have managed to feel like the dumbest person in the world while at work.

We were especially busy yesterday, and I managed to get all of the cranky customers. So whenever an older couple comes up to my register, I know it will go down either one of two ways. 1) they will be extremely nice and call me things like "suga" and "sweetie" or 2) they will be grouchy old farts who get their pleasure from torturing me with their overly specified food orders! So after a very busy morning, I got an older couple at my register.

"Hey sweetie, how are you?"
Type 1. My favorite.

However, it seems that my type-casting system may be flawed, because as soon as I turned around and made a White Cherry Icee, I returned to the register being blamed for theft. This is how it went down:

(ME)"Sir, your order is $9.83"
(OLD FART) "I gave you two fives"
"No sir, I don't take the money till the order is prepared"
"I layed ten dollars right there *hits counter agressively*"
"Sir, I didn't pick it up, it must be in your pocket"
"Don't tell ME where my money is...because you know you took it!"
*looks at pants that have only back pockets*
"Sir, there is no way to take your money, I have nowhere to put it"
"Yes you do, and you did. *Raises up wallet, shaking fervently* If its not in my wallet, you took it.!!!!!"
"Sir, please calm down. Did you leave it in box office?"
"Hell, I didn't leave anything anywhere. YOU TOOK IT!"
(NICE WIFE OF FART)" Honey, just go check the office"
*Walks away angrily, comes back seconds later*
"IT AIN'T IN THERE, GIVE ME THE DAMN MONEY!"

The argument went on for 5 or 10 minutes, till my manager convieniently walked by and took care of the situation. And by "took care", I mean she told the guy to shut up and pay, while the guy protested and yelled for my drawer to be taken up and counted to ensure I didn't steal the money. I was really upset, tired of a job that consistently put me in a position to be yelled and cursed at, all the while paying horribly and causing so much drama in my life.

Needless to say, the moment he left the counter I had run to the box office, sat down and cried. Yet, to my surprise, my friends in box office had something to say about the situation. Apparently, Mr. Fart DID go to the office, but was told to wait while the guy working had finished taking care of his customer. Fart didnt feel like waiting, so although he had "checked" the office, he didn't do all that he couldve. The money had been there the whole time, and I made sure to tell him when he came out...while everyone I worked with had a few other things to tell him, including my managers.

Ok, so that wasn't really an "awkward" story, but I think its a refreshing change from the oh so common "Deneece embaressed herself again" format. Anyways, the moral of the story, be respectful to the people on the other side of the counter. Take caution in how you act, because if you don't, you quite possible will feel like the biggest jerk on the planet after you've been chewed out by 20 different people.

Oh yeah, just on a side note, those 20 people I work with have made a "Deneece impression". They form their hands into a heart and hold the heart over their chest (something I commonly do when refferring to things I adore) and say either:
"Ahh! JJ Abrams!"
"Cloverfield"
"LOST"
or
"Lost Unlocked"

No joke. Its funny...especially because I talk about the podcast so much to them, whether they care or not. Hmm, does that mean I get paid for promotion??????????

Deneece
aka Lostie108