Happened just this morning. I’m tired so I’ll keep it short.
I Had to collect a jacket from a seamstress. I had to pop in to a petrol on the way. Now, I’ve worked in petrol stations for years and still do. The last one had full American style service and I was the attendant for several years. Left that place years ago and went to another.
As I was leaving, a little Toyota pulls in a woman of about 60 jumps out.
OTL – Old Toyota Lady, Me – The Night shift zombie
OTL – “Can you fill my car?”
Immediately spotted she was talking to me. My mistake. Old habits. “Eh”, I’m tired having not long finished a night shift. I am a retail vampire, come join us, the undead. Muhaha.
OTL – “Come fill up my car!” she repeated, clearly annoyed.
Me – “I don’t work at this garage!” I shouted back over the traffic noise.
OLT – “You work at that one out of town”
Me – “And?”, Please note, I’m tired, hungry and have to complete my vital mission (you’d understand if you know the jackets owner)
“That means you work at the rest of them then”
I’ve read a load of IDWHL stories and I don’t want to go through the crap of Karens, so “No, I don’t” and got in my car and drove off. There are traffic lights right outside the stations exit and its red.
I heard her say ‘Well I never!’ and saw her take a picture of my car as I waited at the red. It turned green before anything happened. Its just the way she spoke, that tone that retail workers everywhere hear before getting a migraine. I was too tired to give a damn. Besides, I didn’t work there.
Edit and update: This one took off. Okay, the update. The Old Toyota lady did call in to complain. As in she went to my station and collared my manager. Not though corporate but drove to my station and talked to my manager who has worked there for 35 years, she takes no prisoners. She had to confirm it was me because I work solely nights and that confirmed that I was off the clock, not in uniform (My everyday is dress trousers, plain shirts and black frock coat) and the location of the incident (mainly not on our premises). She basically told her to grow up, stop wasting her time and get out. Shes met customers like this and knows they will be laughed out the building no matter who she talks too, so no f’s given.
As for a few comments. Full American Service at my old job: Filling cars with fuel, glass cleaning, tire checks, oil top ups, directories service (street names and business locations) and light emergency mechanical works (blown lights, tire changing, etc).