I Don't Work Here.... As of Right Now

A few years ago I worked for a wonderful, Midwest grocery store chain. (Hint, we wore blue). I had just graduated college and put my two weeks in because I landed my first Big Boy job with my shiny new degree. I was a front end supervisor (less glorious than it sounds) and also had to run the money services counter. There we sold lottery tickets, handled returns and other things. This story happened... I sh*t you not, on my last day. My shift ended that night at 9PM. It was about 8:50PM at the time this took place. Piece of info. We could leave about 7 minutes early because the time clock rounded up to the nearest 15 minutes. So if you clocked out at 8:53, it would round it to 9:00.

Cast:

MAGM: Middle aged grumpy man (Our main star)

Me: ............

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So, like I said. Its about 8:50. I literally have 3 minutes until i'm gone forever. The service desk closes at 9:00. Since I was the only person with access to it working that night, I had already closed it was about to head out when MAGM came in and we had this exchange:

MAGM: "I need a lottery ticket"

Me: "Sorry Sir the service desk is closed"

MAGM: "It's not 9 pm yet."

Me: "Again, i'm sorry, we did not have a line so we went ahead and closed it to assist customers at the checkout lanes"

MAGM: "You either get me a lottery ticket or i'm not buying these groceries and you can put them away" (this man had like $400 worth of sh*t in his cart)

Me: At this point i'm done and I don't care anymore "Sir, actually I don't work here"

MAGM: *confused* "Yes you do I see you all the time now get me a F***ing ticket"

Me: "Today is the final day of my 2 weeks notice and my shift is over.... right now (8:53) So no, I don't work here. So tonight you don't get Sh*t and i'm not putting Sh*t away. Have a horrible night"

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At this point the look on his face was priceless as I simply walked to the time clock, punched out and went home.