well, no, i keep counting change and tell them it'll be a few minutes. anyway, that's taken care of and i'm just starting to work with the giant line of people which has magically formed in the store solely to complain and hate me, when thomas shows up. i look up at him and say "thank god you're here!" so he can help get rid of all the customers so i can fill out my paperwork and get the hell out of there. but maybe i sounded a little too thankful, because i think he thought we were getting robbed. he instantly gets in a Clobbering People position and says, very nervously, "why, what's wrong?" he was definitely ready to punch people in the head. so i assured him all was well, i was just glad to have help dealing with everyone
then the next day, there were giant massive thunderstorms all evening and the credit card thingy got knocked out. so whenever someone pulled up to get gas or came in, i got to announce to them that they couldn't use their card. a fair number of them glared at me and stalked off. yes, clearly, i personally broke the credit card machine soley to irritate you. and like five minutes before i'm out of there, the store loses power for a minute. not a big deal or anything, but at the time we were a mite concerned
black, white: revenge of the hittite!
