Shell

Came here by chance this past Saturday night to pick up a 2 liter bottle of Ginger Ale for my upset tummy. I asked the man behind the counter if they sold Ginger Ale and the guy tells me its in the back of the store. I guess I was expecting to see a 2 liter bottle of Ginger Ale because I kept pacing back and forth, and I was not able to find it. So I asked again if he could point me in the right direction and again he rudely tells me «I already told you its in the back ! «. I guess it would have been nice if he showed me where it was. Its not like he was busy; in fact the whole place was empty and no one was filling up their car with gas. He was just grumpy and mean.
When I finally found the Ginger Ale, it was in small bottles so I asked if they sold the 2 Liter size bottles and he informed me that no one ever buys the 2 Liter bottles of Ginger Ale so that’s why they only sell the small bottles… in a sarcastic manner. I thought about getting gas as I was already here and I had tank of gas, but after the way I was rudely spoken too, I did not want to give them anymore of my business.

Aw, I have a soft spot for the guy who works here. I usually coast in on fumes because I take my scooter gas tank below E. Just last weekend I went inside to pre-​pay and he said, «50 dollars on pump 1?» I laughed and said, «Noooo.more like 5 dollars and I love it!» He smiled. I don’t know his name but I will have to look at his name tag next time.

It was a humid sunny day. I had a huge box in my left arm while steering my bike with my right hand. Obviously, I was in an uncomfortable position, and my back tire all of sudden went flat.
With the box still under my arm, I awkwardly wheeled my bike into the parking lot of this gas station. I went in and asked the attendant if I could use my debit card to buy something and get fifty cents in return so I could use the air pump machine located outside of the building.
The attendant stared at me and screamed, «NO!»
It was loud. And embarrassing. I was taken aback by his extreme rudeness that I stood there for another moment. He then proceeded to shriek «NO!» again. I left.
Because that cheap-​ass couldn’t take a few seconds to ring up fifty extra cents to help a cyclist (much less awkwardly holding a big box) in distress, I had to walk a mile home with a malfunctioning bike and a package.
It’s appalling how rude some people can be. Maybe it’s their policy to not make an extra overcharge in order to give cash back, but jeez, don’t YELL at people like that, especially if you’re trying to get business.