Working in customer service has its ups and downs. Today had a lot of downs. I work in a gas station. A gas station is not a bank. If you want to break a C-note, go to a bank, not a gas station, especially after dark. When I tell you that I don’t have the cash in my register to break the bill, don’t get all high on your horse and act like it’s my job to break your bill–it’s not. My job is to sell gas to people who have small enough bills for me to change. If you want $50 in gas and hand me a fifty, fine. Hell, if you want $100 in gas and hand me a C-note, fine. Don’t come into my station wanting $5 or $10 in gas and expect me to break your bill.
I card. It’s the law, not just in California, but all over the US. I could lose my job, the station could lose its tobacco license, my manager could lose her job, etc. I card. If you don’t like it, tough. The sign says if you look under 30, expect to get carded. Don’t go whining about having gray hair (after taking your hat off) and that you’re too old to be carded. Especially when you’re a lot younger than I am. I don’t feel bad at all when I see an ID showing that someone is 10 years younger than I am, yet they are upset about being carded. Bring your ID if you want to buy alcohol or tobacco, end of story. Leave the whine sessions for the brie and crackers.