After the gas pump clicked itself off at exactly $17, I went into Super Kiss to hear a customer unable to grasp the concept of not getting the free dinner with purchasing 3 car washes when he only wanted one.
I immediately recognized his annoying voice as “Paul”, someone I worked with during the 2000 census. He was mind-ragingly moronic and offensive, almost as if his one life’s skill was finding and pushing people’s buttons ad infinitum for no reason.
If another attendant hadn’t opened another line, I assuredly would have told him to get the hell out of the store if he wasn’t buying what they were selling on their terms. That poor cashier …