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whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.
these kids will be like “can you drive me home? i don’t have gas money but-” and im already pullin out my keys and am like. sweetheart, you are a child. i am not charging a child gas money.
i literally almost lunged across the counter to throw hands with some old hag who yelled at and insulted one of our 16 y/o girls but instead i threw her sandwich at her and told her to never fucking come back
old dudes will flirt with our young girls too and i’ll be like ay man this is a truck stop, normal customer service rules dont apply here. i can and will call the cops on you.
im the only manager that actively tells them to steal food because these are teenagers and they are HUNGRY
you’re doing the lord’s work
The people that have done this for me as the youngest employee with no car have probably definitely saved my life on multiple occasions. When I didn’t have bus money (and I live several miles away, it’s walkable for me but not pleasant), they would go out of their way to get me home, whether it was the security guy making the excuse that he suddenly had to get food or getting me a cab, or even older customers being like “hey, seriously, call me if you need a ride home because the weather is absolutely miserable and the bus stop is a mile away”.