I wasn't looking forward to going to work because the Part Time Woman is suppose to be training at the Truck Stop on the Saturday morning shift and I was going to have to deal with her for about 10 minutes during shift change, however she wasn't there. I asked Mrs. Late Guy about it and she told me that Part Time Woman was suppose to work on Friday night and then Saturday morning but had "called in sick" for both days. This means in the first two weeks she was suppose to be training at the Truck Stop she hadn't worked a single day there. Mrs. Late Guy pointed out that the city is doing their Cinco de Mayo party this weekend and she probably went to that instead. If what I've been told is right they are going to shut the Haunted Station down while the refurbish the place for a walk up counter service restaurant which means that if the Part Time Woman doesn't know what to do at the Truck Stop she won't be working at all. And I won't mind.
I wanted to zip outside and check the trashes so I could plan when I was going to toss them later, however a guy came in so I was stuck behind the counter waiting for him. He finally got all his stuff done and I made it to the door when a woman came in to buy smokes. She apologized for interrupting me but she's a regular and I told her I had 8 hours to do it so no big deal. She got her stuff and left, good, chance to go check the trash and...the first guy came back in for more stuff. Eventually I did get a chance to check the trash, one needed dumped.
There is a regular at the Truck Stop and the last time I saw him, about a year ago, he didn't look too good. Plus he was driving a van with a bad fuel pump and had rigged a hose to his carburetor and was literally dumping gas into it to drive (needless to see the cops caught him and took his license plate until he got it road worthy) He also lives in an old restaurant, not a house that was converted into a restaurant but an actual restaurant. Anyhow he came in today and doesn't look too good, and he's now driving an old motorcycle that looks like he pulled it out of the scrap yard. He couldn't get the gas cap open and was prying away with a screwdriver. I'm fully expecting to see that guy in the obituaries some time by the end of the year.
A guy in a big box truck pulled into the auto diesel pump, the difference is that it only has a nozzle on the driver's side and not a satellite pump for the semi tank on the other side, and he came in the wrong way. So instead of pulling forward and turning around he backed up, backed around, and backed into the #10 pump, which is still out of order. So he had to back up and pull over to the #11 pump. I enjoyed the show.
An old guy pulling a 5th wheel trailer and a golf cart on a second trailer pulled into the semi diesel pump. The problem is they have a larger high volume nozzle and it wouldn't fit into his truck's gas tank. Nobody else was there so I explained to him that he could pull through the regular pumps, around the building and then into the auto diesel pump. He seemed kind of confused about it so I carefully explained it to him again. Then I watched to make sure he didn't run into my car. He got around, figured out the pump and then left, and pulled the second trailer over the curb as he was exiting the lot. Personally I think the second towed trailer should be banned and there are people who have reached an age where someone should check to make sure they should still have a license. And he was heading to Texas so if you live there beware.
A guy came in and was having an unpleasant phone discussion with his girlfriend. At one point he said "Of course you're upset, hearing the truth hurts." I wonder if she's still his girlfriend. He was having a really bad day because he had been out checking the horse's water tank, bent over and dropped his vape into the water, ruining it. He was buying a new one and they ain't cheap.
So last week I posted about a kid that pissed me off, he had filled up a cup of soda, dumped it out, filled it up a second time, dumped it out and then ran out the door. Today he came in and actually bought two cups of soda, and I charged him one size up to pay for what he had wasted last time. He wasn't paying attention to what I rang out. So now we're somewhat even.
And then the Homeless Millionaire came wandering towards the station. He didn't look good and forget walking a straight line. I rushed over and met him at the front door and told him point blank that he had been banned and wasn't allowed in the station anymore. He said some gibberish and left. But then I heard a guy at a pump shouting at him. The guy came in and said the Millionaire had punched his car. I told the guy the Millionaire had a no trespass order and I could call the cops but the guy didn't want to get caught up in that hassle so he passed. After the guy left I called the Random Woman across the street to warn her about the Millionaire, I told her if he showed up to lock the door and call the cops, to not even mess with him since he's become too erratic and possibly dangerous. I didn't see him the rest of the night and I'm still hoping that he wanders down to the Conoco and causes all his problems there.
There is a regular retired guy who comes in, he gets a cup of coffee and a snack and then says "did I tell you about....?" Every time he says that I always tell him no and he proceeds to tell me a story he told me at least 10 times before. It makes him happy since I'm sure everyone else in his life says "yeah yeah, I heard that one before". It's probably why I see him three or four times a week. Today was about the big cookie jar full of pennies.
A guy came in and wanted to know if he was still in Texas. Not for 90 miles. I told him he was almost in Colorado. He must have been asleep for a long time, I hope he wasn't driving.
In Denver there is a huge car auction, I'm not sure how often they hold it, perhaps every three months. They sell abandon, repossessed and trade in cars that dealerships are looking to get rid of. They are sold for scrap and there are several companies that pass through the station, they will find one car that runs and hook up a second car with a tow bar, take them back to their scrap yards, either in Texas or Juarez, part them out and then melt down the remaining steel to be reused. I like them, they don't make a mess, they pay cash and get anywhere from $100 to $300 at a time.
My last customer of the night was a guy looking at the vapes. He appeared to be in that "better check" age range and what do you know, his ID wasn't in his pocket or in his truck. He must have left it in his overalls when he was at work, gosh. I told him the inspectors were in town so I had to see all ID's this week. He left without argument. I bet he's use to coming in when the Doofus worked there and never asked. That's a good way to get stuck with a huge fine.
Stinky and the Graveyard Shift Guy came in so I closed my drawer and did my paperwork fast, I was in a hurry to go home. I warned the Graveyard Shift Guy about the Homeless Millionaire and nobody had told him the guy had been no trespassed from the lot. Honestly, a little information goes a long way, and will eventually prevent police involvement. I noticed the Random Woman was still across the street, I wonder if she got a lot of auction car drivers too. And, that was the end of my day.
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