I don't even get good customer service in my dreams.
I had a dream last night that I had to get gas in a gas can for a mower or something. I was driving an old VW Beetle, and pulled up to a pump at a no-name gas station. I pumped less than $3 worth of gas into the can, then went in to pay. I got to the counter and told the woman "pump 11."
She said ok and went to the back room, and came back with a tube of Lotrimin. I said, "no, I said pump 11. I need to pay for gas."
She said, "transactions over $1000 need to be handled outside at the window."
I replied, "My god! How much do you charge for gas? I pumped a gallon. There's no way it should be over $1000!"
She looked at her register and told me $2.95. I gave her $3. She kept the change.
She said ok and went to the back room, and came back with a tube of Lotrimin. I said, "no, I said pump 11. I need to pay for gas."
She said, "transactions over $1000 need to be handled outside at the window."
I replied, "My god! How much do you charge for gas? I pumped a gallon. There's no way it should be over $1000!"
She looked at her register and told me $2.95. I gave her $3. She kept the change.
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