So, today I was heading home from work to say happy birthday to my brother and see if he wanted to go to Atlanta with me to help me move. (Oh yea, for those reading this...I'm moving to Savannah in September for school. I know it sucks, but it is what it is.) Anyway, I hadn't eaten all day so I stop by the gas station for some jerky. slim Jim makes these really thick beef sticks and it's pretty filling. So I park and walk in to 4 60+ year old men and a 60+ female cashier all talking about the lottery. I'm waiting for like 2 minutes for these fuckers to finish cursing like crazy and talking about buying beach houses for $200k CASH. Any way, it's finally my turn to be rung up and here is what happened:
Cashier: Hey, baby
Me: Hey, how are you doing?
Cashier: I'm fine. Damn. That ain't no Slim Jim. That's a big 'ol thang!
(picks up my Slim Jim and start flapping it around).
Cashier: You're not playing around, you want you a big 'ol stick!
(old man starts laughing)
Me: (Smiling) I just wan a Slim Jim
(I have a dollar in my hand and some change)
Cahier: That will be $2.28. I don't know why you have that dollar fo'. This is a Big Jim. This ain't no Slim Jim
(Old man laughs again)
Me: Ok, here
(I give her $2.30)
Cashier: Alright. Here is your receipt. I'm not giving you your change back. It's 2 cents, you don't ned that.
Me: Excuse me?
Cashier: You don't need two cents
Me: Yes I do, every cent counts. I need my change
Cashier: You need your change?
(Old man laughs once again)
Me: YES, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
Cashier: I just closed my register
Me: LISTEN...
Cashier: Ok, how about I give you two cents from my pocket
Me: That will make you great
(The bitch gives me 2 pennies from her pocket. I take it and leave, knowing she was talking shit behind my back.)
This is why I don't respect all my elders!
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