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I was driving back through Eastern Washington from a job visit and stopped for gas at a multinational oil company station on the 82. I put a 5 spot (ILTCIT) in the lotto machine to get a couple tickets. Took the money and froze
I asked the Gen Z chick with the metal sticking out from every orifice on her face for a little help. She was, of course, dumbfounded. I helpfully said that she could just give me the tickets from the counter machine since the store had my 5 bucks anyway
She had to call the owner. Owner says wait for me to get there. I'm told to wait until the owner gets there
I helpfully pointed out that the station was on an interstate and I had important bidness to get to and I didn't want to wait
Triggered. I don't like you. You're bullying me. I don't have to answer you. Complete meltdown or a 46 as we like to call it
I was calm and told her she seemed a little soft to hold the position she did. That really pissed her off. So I took out my phone and began to fake video her.
FUCK YOU turn that off.
I'm going to make you a star baby. You'll be famous.
She covers her face.
Owner shows up. She too had metal coming out of her face but was kind of hot and there was a touch of chemistry. So I smooth talked her for a bit and got my 5 bucks and she rang up my orange juice that the girl refused to do
I told the owner that I didn't care much for how I was treated and refusing service is a no no.
Owner says she doesn't really have to serve you
What if I am black?
Young one freaks out again. Calls me a racist.
I said - I think it's you who have a problem with me, hon
She then sad yeah because I am an old white racist
I turn to the owner, spread my arms wide, and chuckle - see what I mean
Youngster basically gives me a hardy har har sarcastically
I turn and walk out saying - thank you girls
Don't get mad - get them mad. Learned that on the internets
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With that being said, the next time you want to buy lotto tickets from a gen z truck stop, ensure that you buy some milk with it. Give her the milk as a tip and tell her, “them lucky tickets are for the ol’ fifer (that’s you) and the jug of woman juice is for the young heifer.”
If she gets angry tell her she should be thankful for real women who can produce milk, and tell her you see nothing but a mad cow behind the counter.
Consider this your furthering gen z education from the internet.
Not a fan of female tattoo's but to each their own. What makes me gag are all the piercings on faces. I don't mind making use of a couple pistol grip earrings, but lip, cheek, nose and eyebrow pierces are a no go.
The funny part in all that is you tried to use an automated system, which is designed to replace human tasks, and when it broke down the human couldn't handle the process. Eventually that automated system will work just fine and that human who can't help won't have a job.