Thursday, July 16, 2009

An open letter...

Dear Ms. Cashier-at-the-gas-station-lady,

I have seen you in this gas station every single day...well, Monday through Friday anyways...for the last 6 months. You are not new. As per your bragging to another customer a few weeks ago, you have been doing your job for 2 years. So, why do you ACT like you're new??

Why do you have to call your manager to ask how to print a receipt out? You would think that all you have to do is print the "Receipt" button. It's on the register. I've seen it. I'm just sayin'. It's not that hard.

And another thing about that receipt. Sure, I may need to pump my gas before you give me a receipt, but there isn't any reason I can't tell you in advance that I'm going to need one. I did the whole gas station thing back in college. I know how it works. I know that you can't print a receipt for a purchase that happened prior to the most recent 3 purchases on that model of cash register. So, when I tell you I need one, when I'm done pumping and the thingy beeps at you, just print my receipt. Pretty please??? And no attitude. It makes you look like a fool. I'm just sayin.'

I could always start using the gas station across from you that has the fancy pumps that print your receipt right at the pump while you're still hanging the damn thing up. And the machines have yet to sprout annoying gum-chewing habits that sound like a cow chewing cud.

And machines sure don't hold up lines with incessant chatter to the customer at the register that just succeed in holding up the line. Want to know why? They don't talk. You don't need to say anything either other than "Have a nice day. Come again!" At 7:00 in the morning, I'm not much of a conversationalist anyways. I'm just sayin'. I really, really don't want to hear about the boil under your arm that you just got lanced, and not it keeps leaking pus, so you're going to go back to the doctor and make him clean it, and give you antibiotics, because your absolutely sure that you're going to get an infection and die, and then your husband would sue the crap out of the doctor, because obviously he doesn't know what he was doing, and he is way too young to be a doctor anyways. What's with all these young doctors today anyways? How is it possible for them to be legal? They're too young to have even just begun med school much less being ACTUAL doctors. Why, back in your day, all the good doctors were much older than you were....

You see where this is going? Yeah. Listening to that kind of stuff every morning is kind of annoying, so Ms. Cashier-at-the-gas-station-lady, can you just please, please, PLEASE just shut-UP??!!