Late night store clerks.

What are the strangest things that have happened on the job?

I work nights at a gas station in a pretty good neighborhood in New Hampshire, so usually it's pretty

boring.

One night, I did have a customer really creep me out.

I was just getting ready to close down the store when a little old man came in.

He was small and dressed in khakis in a button-down shirt. I made the usual

small talk of asking him how his day was going. Then, as I was handing him as change, he firmly

grabbed my wrist, made direct eye contact with me, and said, Hell is a real place. And the devil has

already got his hand on you, girl. Be careful.

I worked third shift at a sheets.

For those of you who don't know, it's a gas station slash convenience store slash fast food place.

On multiple occasions, I have been cussed out because we discontinued pickle chips.

I've had people tell me to screw off, break things, demand to call corporate, etc. Drunk people love pickle chips. I've had people tell me to screw off, break things, demand to call corporate,

etc. Drunk people love pickle chips. Edit, I get it, sober people love pickle chips too.

I've never been to store clerk, but I was lucky enough to witness the following story.

7-11, circa 1996. A guy walks up to the surly clerk, who seemed to work 25 hours a day, and asks,

Do you sell eggs by the half dozen?

Clerk, no, you have to buy a dozen.

Guy, I only need six.

Clerk, I don't care.

You get 12 or you get zero.

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