Author – Joe
I work in a convenience store – one side opens to a gas station on a busy road, where most of the customers come from, while the other opens onto a side road, which serves an expensive grammar school. Recess in school always sees a few boys wander in the store, wealthy spoilt asses who expect service and want to get back to their school before they are caught having left the premises.
One day I’ve just restocked the pringles – one of the popular items with the kids – when this snobby kid wanders over, and rudely instructs me that there are no crisps on the shelf. I tell him that there are, and he rudely repeats that the shelf is empty, and I should please restock it. I look him up and down, this rude kid in a suit, who’s half my age, and say what do you bet that you didn’t check properly. he tells me that he’ll bet me anything I want, and “please be so kind as to bring some more.” I ask him if he’ll bet one hundred quid , and he says “I’m so sorry, I don’t carry cash with me” eventually I suggest his shoes, and he impatiently agrees. Off we go to the shelf, which is well stocked, so of course i ask him for his shoes. he snottily refuses, giving me a look like why should I listen to you. a couple of his friends crowd round, some telling him that he needs to give them over, others saying not to. Seeing that it’s not happening, I put one arm behind his back and the other behind his knees, raise his knees and lower his back to the floor, and take an expensive pair of shoes off his feet. It’s actually a beautiful pair, solid black leather, no design, matt, not like some over shiny over decorated kid’s party shoes. Elegance defined. He’s wearing solid dark gray socks. I let him get to his feet. I thought his friends might take me on, but they seem like a bunch of cowards, and all slink away to the self check out counters. I start walking towards the back holding the shoes.
It was really cool to see this snotty snobby well dressed kid turn into a virtual crybaby, as he begs for his shoes. I tell him no way and eventually he offers me to pay for them “I thought you had no money on you” He tells me he can use his Dad’s credit card. I tell him to get me cash he says that it doesn’t work at the ATM – only to pay for stuff. He offers to let me charge him at the store, but that way the money won’t go to me. A co-worker tells him to come along with me to the store and buy me such a pair. eventually he sees he has no choice, and agrees. I tell him to follow me to my banged up van, he tells me he needs his shoes back. I say no way, you ain’t getting nothing back until you buy me what I want. After another whole performance, he gives in, and trails behind me. I walk him out on the gas station side, see him flinch as he walks over the hard concrete, carefully avoiding any wet patches, and I drive him to the shopping center, specially parking in the delivery area, behind the whole complex. he walks behind me, we must be quite a site me in my gas station uniform, and him in a tailored suit with his school logo, and his dark gray socks. walking through the delivery area. Eventually we get to the main part of the expensive shopping center, I force him to buy me new socks too, the same socks and shoes as he says. Quite nifty.
Poor kid, he eventually came back with me to the store, and I allowed to him to take his shoes.
After his experience, I think he won’t be all that rude and snotty anymore. anyway, I definitely enjoyed it, and I think he was quite degraded.
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