Back in the midshift groove

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Finally tonight, as promised, a Special Comment on the -1% of gas station customers.

Gee, after working a few daytime shifts the whole point about "I, me, my" doesn't seem as abundant as I thought it would be. In other words, I haven't had any major headaches.

I have had minor headaches, however. I lose track of time quite a bit, and sometimes don't even make it to the other side of the counter where the coffee's at. Non-stop lines until about 3:30, with small pockets of time for unpacking a carton of cigarettes or taking a sip of my Dew.

All of this goes on with the stupid two-counter/one-register format (the ONLY thing I miss about BP is having just one counter). At times, there is no line. It's a blob of people. And when there's a line of people at one register, someone comes into the store and is the only person in the other line, and thinks he/she is the next person in line.

They do not know that there's a second line. They don't see the second line. They don't see anything other than their purchase, the clerk and the exit door. Everything else is blank white. These are your "I, me, my" people that make me want to puke. They don't pay any attention to the world around them, as opposed to the the world should be revolved around him or her.

Some may think it's easy to point these people out. Look at their clothes. However, in the nearly four years I've been behind gas station counters, I have noticed that well-dressed people are more cooperative than the sub-one. I have noticed that the area's celebrities and public servants are more cooperative than not only the sub-one, but the large majority of total customers. I don't judge the book by the cover.

So who exactly makes up the sub-one?

If you pester me about the ATM fee, even though that's decided by the ATM - chill, man!

If you toss your credit card on the counter like a ragdoll, that's just like throwing money - chill, man!

If we don't carry your cigarettes, and you've never seen an advertisement of them - chill, man!

If you inform me that the Jif peanut butter is ten cents cheaper down the street - chill, man!

If you use the words "should" and "therefore" during a transaction - chill, man!

If you think we're informed every day from Mr. J about why Dixon's gas is cheaper - chill, man!

Good night and Good Luck.