Welcome to 7-Eleven “Hello, welcome to 7-Eleven” I said in a robotic voice as two mexican customers walked in. The first Mexican, the husband of the second Mexican, his wife?, walked up to the counter and slapped down a ten dollar bill. “Ten dollars worth of gas on pump number two” he said, and walked out. “Have a nice day” I said in the same robotic monotone voice, but in reality I was telling him to go fuck himself. His wife walked up to the counter. “Hello, how are you?” I said in a robotic voice to her, and she laughed and ordered a Lotto ticket. “Here you go” I said as I handed it to her. “Have a good day” I told her as she walked out, and she laughed. The door chime rang again, and a young black man wearing baggy clothes walked up to the counter. “Yo man, let me get one of those black and milds” he told me. I reached over and picked up a black and mild cigar, and handed it to him. As I was looking down into the register to count the change, a diabolical grin spread across my face. I’m not sure if he noticed it, and really don’t care. Fuck these customers. “Thanks” I said robotically as he walked out. Next, this homeless bum walked up, asking me to buy him cigarettes. “What, are you fucking crazy? I can’t do that, it’s illegal” I said lightly with a plastic smile pasted on my face, and he replied. “Man, you’re trying to play me, look at you”, and he stared right into my eyes and said “I don’t play any games”. I wondered for a brief moment what exactly he meant by ‘games’ and replied “I’m happy for you”. He then said “Now you’re treating me like I’m stupid. Don’t be playing me”. I decided to put a firm foot down. “Listen, if you’re going to come into my store, and try to intimidate me, I ought to jump over this counter and beat the dog shit out of you. Would that make you happy you piece of shit?” He looked shocked, and I told him it was time for his ass to leave, and as I escorted him out of the door, I told him that he was the one real one left. He ran off, quickly. ‘A textbook example of narcissism, stupid fucking homeless piece of shit’, I thought to myself. Next, an impolite black woman walked in, and stood in line. As she was about four places behind the counter in line, she decided to voice her impatience, and spoke. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked, impolitely. “Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing.” I replied. Then my manager, a very cool guy named Mack came out and was talking to her, and she was giving him shit about having to come in to pay for gas. I spoke to her. “Well, we have had a lot of drive-offs lately, so we have to pre-pay gas”. She held up her card, and said “Look at this plastic”, like a rude ******. “Listen, if you are going to come into our store, you are going to treat the employees with courtesy. If you have a problem with that, you can take your ass back to Harlem.” A shocked expression spread across her face, and she stormed out the door. “Have a nice day” I said merrily as she walked out. Next, a young college student walked up to the counter. She asked me how my day was. “It is going good” I said in a robotic voice. She paid and walked out the door. I’ve been working the job at 7-Eleven for about six days now, and have already lost all faith and hope in humanity. I want all of these pigs, these rodents, to just die. They are disgusting, they disgust me, and I am a firm believer in the rule that if you are rude or indifferent to the customers, they will not come back, and then there will be less people to have to deal with. But, I still enjoy the job, and I’m learning to enjoy being an asshole as well. The other employee, a very cool chap who likes Led Zeppelin and Nietzsche, turned to me and quoted the line, “This world is a will to power”. “Damn straight” I said, and the next customer walked up. It was a young ‘hip’ lookin’ guy, and I said “How is your day?” “Ah fine” he muttered as he threw down twenty dollars on the counter to pay for a twenty-five cent pack of gum. As I counted the change very slowly, he started drumming on the counter, annoying me, and so I counted it even slower. I handed him his change, and said in a monotone voice “Have a nice day”. Next, my favorite customer walked up, this older bearded man who drives a cabby. The other sales associate turned to me and said “I always authorize his pump” and the cab driver said “Yea, because I’m with the CIA!” “Okay” I said as I rang up the next customer. He put down a forty ounce of beer and a pack of condoms on the counter and I muttered “Ahh”. After he paid, I said “Have a good one” as he walked out the door. The next customer walked up, leaned in over the counter and whispered to me “I think you might want to change the toilet paper in the bathroom” he said, trying to be as quiet as he could. “Thanks” I told him, and as he walked out the door, I said “Have a good one” and he said “You too”. In walks a dirty looking man with a black eye and he looks beat up. “Yo brother, can I use your restroom” he asked. I pointed to the back where the bathroom is located, and he walked back there. I stood on top of the stool so I could look high over the store, and as he walked out he looked up to me and asked for a bandaid. “Yea, I got beat up pretty bad” he told me, and I walked into the back office, and watched him for a moment on the black and white screen that showed the front cameras. He was just leaning there, over the counter, like an unenlightened fuck, and I found a pack of bandaids and brought two to him. “Well man, this didn’t happen in front of your store so don’t worry” he told me as he walked out, to which I replied “Ah, I’m not going to worry” and then muttered under my breath “About anything”.
I could totally feel you up until this point. Did you really have to put this in here? That's a low shot, man.
Well, I was pissed off. And I'm not racist, but that was exactly what she was acting like, and so I call her thus.
i enjoyed it. writing has to be honest, even if some find it offensive. you'd probably find my writing interesting as well. i'm going to start posting some here.
God, I really do like your writing, don't think I don't, I just think that was a bit too far. You say you're not racist, but IMO, using that word as a derogatory term is.
it was good, but I agree with Nathan...isn't there a better word you could use? A less deragatory one, maybe?
Oh, I'm sorry I broke the golden rule of the hippies, "Never ever use the n word". Have you ever worked at a convience store? I'm not trying to stereotype, but the people who give you shit are almost 99 percent always 'african american'. So stop giving me shit for writing my honest opinions. Like I said, I'm not racist, but as for those who act like fucking pieces of shit, i think the word '******' is quite an appropriate label.
Haha, good. It's not a good atmosphere for you. But you know, you're right. This country isn't worth saving. If people want to change let 'em, but I will work for our world, not just this country.
Damn straight this country ain't worth saving. Fuck this pillar of ignorance is what I say, and it needs to fall, in my opinion.
