Guy across the counter at the gas station here, got a quick question, will trade stories / do an AMA for answers.
I have this rough looking mess of a guy that comes in every morning before the store gets decently busy and asks if he can have two packets of Sweet n' Low. He never buys anything, and never has any coffee or the like with him, just takes two artificial sweeteners and leaves.
What the fuck is he doing with all this Sweet n' Low? I've ruled out that he's too cheap to buy his own, as he looks to poor to afford coffee in general, and that shit's usually free with the coffee anyway.
Coffee is cheap as fuck if you make it at home. He probably makes his own and gets the sweetener for free. Or I dunno, he puts sweetener on something else he eats/drinks. In any case, he wants Sweet&Low, but he doesn't want to pay for it. No great mystery here
Also possible, I am one of the few people on the schedule that's never been robbed., maybe it's just around the corner lol.
That said, there's usually a squad car sitting on a speed trap just around the corner trying to catch people coming off the highway into work around then.
Looks like I made something out of nothing.
>>16681263 probably said it best.
Since I said I'd share stories for answers, I'll pass along my first run into with a semi-regular at my station.
>older black guy walks in mumbling to himself, lugging around some camera equipment
>laregly ignores my greeting, proceeds to lotto station
>couple walks in as he starts blabbering (to himself) about Irish - Jamaican relations; how they're really very similar peoples or something
>moves on to how they both have a 'won't take shit lying down' fight spirit.
>couple is clearly uncomfortable, pays for their stuff and leaves
>finally comes up to the counter to buy more lottery / scratch tickets
>he notices my nametag; my name is Irish gaelic
>"Anon! Now that's a fine Irish name mon!"
>restarts his whole monologue about the Irish + Jamaican peoples
>a line is forming behind him
>I give them the 'sorry, I'll help you asap' smile and nod
>guy goes on and on about the luck of the Irish, asking me to pick out his tickets and whatnot
>a number of them instantly win giving him more money to gamble, so he takes even longer
>spews out some paranoid nonsense about white people being casually racist to him (other than the Irish, apparently), or are scared of him because he's black and avoid him etc.
>line behind him, entirely white, now goes from being in a hurry to uneasy immediately
>finally take his money and he wanders out, still blabbering about this 'Irish Jamaican brotherhood'
Pic related, mfw a paranoid jamaican man obsessed with the irish takes a huge shine to me because my name when I'm mostly Scottish in descent.