It is a bit slick out there

Today Utah received a substantial amount of snow. One thing that must be known is that people in Utah are incapable of driving in snowy conditions, which baffles me since Utah is supposedly home to the greatest snow on earth you would assume it's population could drive in it. This unfortunately is not the case. Although I tried my hardest to clear the snow and lay down plenty of salt to avoid ice, I was evidently unsuccessful. Shortly after shoveling snow and laying down a substantial amount of salt I went back in the box to warm my bones. I had been inside the box reading for probably no more than an hour when I heard a crunching noise outside. I peered out of the window to see a car backing away from a destroyed garbage can and a heap of garbage. After controlling my laughter, I walked out to see what had happened. I walked outside to see the lady fueling her car, apparently unaware she had just hit my garbage can/metal pole that is intended to keep the garbage safe. I started looking at the damage that lay before me when I heard the lady say "It is a little slick out here." Oh really I pondered to myself, not wanting to insult her for what was an obvious accident. After expressing her deepest sympathy for what she had done to my garbage can we took a look at her car to see if there was any substantial damage. Fortunately there was only a few minor scratches and a slight dent on her fender. She was evidently not worried about the damage to her car and was in a hurry to get somewhere, so she apologize again and was on her way. Then I began my cleaning bout. The garbage had been shot out of its holster and tipped over, which caused the contents to spew all over the ground. At this point I became overwhelmed with frustration and anger. The most frustrating thing was the horrendous smell coming off the garbage heap. It was a beautiful mixture of sour milk/baby vomit and used cigarette smell. Not just any used cigarette smell mind you, but the smell of a wet used cigarette. Which is far worse than anything a cigarette can produce--if you have not had the pleasure I suggest you give it a try, it is to die for. After I had put the garbage back into a bag I started to reassemble the garbage can. For some odd reason the garbage was having a hard time going back into it's frame. Upon closer inspection I came to realize that there was some major damage done to the garbage can holster. The frame that encases the garbage can was all bent up and I was the lucky one who got to unbend it so I could replace the can. As you may imagine I was unable return the frame to it's former glory. Now the garbage can sits out there all mangled and pitiful. The metal pole that protects the garbage can lost some of it's red paint to the car's bumper. As for me I had to explain this incident to my boss without laughing hysterically!!

It is a sad day for men young and old

Today while in the box I came up with the clever idea of keeping track of the people who came up in utter confusion of how a gas pump operates. The study was broken down into four different fields. The first was the sex of the individual, male or female. The second was whether the male or female was a younger individual or someone in their later years. After my study I am sorry, but not surprised, to report that the male citizens of my little town, young and old, far outnumbered the females. The ratio I was able to come up with is a close 1-5. This means that for every one female who could not figure out how to work a gas pump there was five males. One of the more baffling things I discovered in my study was the fact that the younger men were dead equal with the older gentlemen I helped. When it came to females coming to ask for help the older women were more likely to not understand what to do. I feel that this is somewhat reasonable considering they have not been surrounded with technology their entire lives. This is not to say that a gas pump is the latest in new technological innovations, I promise you it is not. All that I am trying to say is that the female population of my town is far more intelligent than the male population.

It has come true, at least for now

I had a dream, I dreamt that one day the man in the box would no longer be seen as an enemy of the people. That the man in the box would no longer be seen as an evil box man. That the man in the box would not be seen as the evil man raising gas prices for my own benefit. A day when the man in the box would no longer be accused of stealing the fuel rewards of everyone who buys groceries. Alas this day has finally arrived and it is a beautiful thing. I am no longer the man who is yelled at relentlessly and accused for the high gas prices. Not since the prices have gone down have I been called a crook. In fact the opposite is now occuring. People cheerfully walk up to the window to pay for gas now. People are bragging that their H2 now only takes sixty dollars to fill up! Some people are so pleased with the low gas prices that some try to give me extra money--in all honesty this is not the case and it is due to the fact that many people are evidently unable to count--out of the goodness of their heart. Days are good for the man in the box currently. Unfortunately the man in the box knows better than to allow these happy days to shield my eyes from the truth. Once winter turns into spring and then spring turns into summer as always fuel prices will shoot up and the man in the box will once again be turned into the horrible person who raises the gas prices for his own profit. And with the summer price hikes the box upgrades I have been waiting for will finally become a reality.

He needs to be let go

So I will tell you another story of one of my "box" co-workers. Yes this means I have continued to look inside the "box" and on doing so I've realized something. The people inside the "box" are equally as strange and amusing, as the people outside of the "box." My story begins with an elderly man, aged 68. I shall call him R in this story. Here is a little background on R, and how he came to work in the "box." The position that he held at work was cut due to the company going over budget. They decided that since his position was cut they would be nice and give him a job elsewhere in the company. The manager of the store decided for whatever reason that he would do well in the "box." Which in all honestly he was horribly wrong. Instead of the regular two days of training that everyone else receives who comes to work in the "box." R received a full week and a half of training. Due to the fact that he couldn't figure out how to operate the system. But, lets get back to what is important in this story and that is R's ability to be a tremendous creep. After him working with me I slowly realized that R was an extremely creepy individual. He said things that NO 68 year old man should ever say. He made comments about how sexy young girls were that came to pay for gas. After talking to other people I worked with I began to realize that it was not only I that R disturbed. For the most part R really freaked out the women who work in the "box." One of the female workers was so offended by R that while she was training him she got up and left due to something offensive that R had said to her. Now with this older gentleman disturbing all of your employees and offending many as well. You would think that R would have been let go by now. But, his madness does not end here. Finally he was able to grasp the system enough to be left alone to work a shift. Well during his shift one of the ladies from inside the store went out to give him a break. Upon entering the "box" she noticed there was a bucket sitting in the corner. She walked over to the bucket and looked inside to see what it was. At this point R got a little jumpy and shuffled over to grab the bucket. But by that time she had already seen what was inside. R had been urinating inside the "box" into a bucket. He had urinated multiple times through out his shift and upon the bucket being found tried to deny that he had done so. Unfortunately for him there are cameras inside the "box" which the manager checked and saw him using this bucket as his own person toilet. The extremely upsetting thing about him urinating into a bucket is the fact that the "box" is surrounded by other stores. Inside everyone of these stores there is restroom that is open to public use. Also the bucket that he was urinating into happened to be a bucket that everyone who works in the "box" uses. At this point you would assume that R has been let go? This is not the case. He continues to work in the "box" disturbing females and males alike.

Maybe I should look into the "Box"

So the man in the "box" has told you of the stupid things that people do outside of the "box." But, what about the people who are inside the "box." The people just like myself, that's right my co-workers. I realize that everyone out there has co-workers and we all have those co-workers who make our days just that much better. But, I ask you, do you think the people you work with are the same as people who work in a "box?" In some aspects people I work with will remind you of your co-workers, but just remember, these people work in a "box." So lets start off with the best of all the game. I shall call him D, he is a portly older gentleman who is near the age of becoming senile. So, here a a few stories that you may enjoy. So, one day when I came to work to start my shift, D was working before I. When I walk into the "box" there is the usual jibber jabber between co-workers, which you usually want to end as quickly as possible. But, this day D told me something that somewhat shocked and disturbed me at the same time. As I walked into the box I noticed that there was a very large bowl sitting on the shelf. Which, didn't really surprise me seeing that D always brought a smorgasborg of food to work. Then D begins to tell me how he had packed a LARGE salad for his lunch. At this point I was asking myself "why do I care what you packed for lunch, the very thought of you eating disturbs me greatly." D continued anyways with his extremly interesting story of his lunch. D tells me how he had packed this LARGE salad but the unfortunate part of his lunch was that he forgot to pack a fork to eat the LARGE salad with. At this point I figured that D would wait and eat his lunch at home. But, this was not the case. D tells me how he had to eat his LARGE salad with his hands. So just picture a portly old gentleman sitting in a "box" eatting a salad like some ravenous beast man. And ask yourself what you would do if you saw something like this taking place as you came to pay for gas. Later at work I had to laugh. I couldn't figure out why my chair was having such a hard time rolling around. I then looked down to see that D during his eating frenzy had spilled bacon bits all over the ground. Check back for more stories about people in and outside of the "box."

I'm SO DISHONEST....

Yet another story from the man in the box. I believe that you will enjoy this story better than the other two. This story takes place on a nice summer night with a full moon. I am doing my usual duties to close for the night and go home. Then it happens. A man walks up to the "Box" and says 'your sign says gas is $3.90'. And? I ask him. ' On the pump it says the price is $3.93.' I inform this nice fellow, in a very kind voice that our sign has broken so therefore it is telling the wrong price. But, even though the pump says $3.93 it is still cheaper to buy gas here than anywhere else. He gets a little bit upset and says 'YOUR dishonest, that is false advertisement.' Before I can say anything more he has walked away in a huff. I continue going about my business when someone request to pay at the window, this means that you pump then after pumping you come pay. I look and I notice it is the man who I was just talking to. So I approve the pump and he begins pumping. I continue to go about my business. I hear the pump click off. The pump clicks off and then I hear the squealing of tires as someone takes off. I look up and notice that the man who was pumping gas is no longer there. Yes I agree if the gas price is posted at a certain price you should honor that price and not be "dishonest." But, to come up and call me "dishonest" and then you go and steal gas. I don't know about you but I personally think he was the "dishonest" one and for what, three cents. This man obviously has no idea what honesty means.

I'm not paying for that...

So this happened to me a couple weeks back while at work. An older woman who is probably in her late seventies comes up to the window to pay for her gas. She had pumped something like $11.50. She comes up to the window and says ' I think your pump is broken." Really? I ask. Being that the person before her had used it without any problems. I ask her what happens to be the problem? ' Well' she says, ' I only have five dollars and I shut the pump off at five but it kept pumping.' Ok? ' I'm not going to pay for the gas that I didn't want and that isn't in my car.' This is where I had to stop and ask her what she ment by the gas not being in her car. ' All of the gas that is over five dollars is on the ground, I pulled the nozle out and it wouldn't shut off.' This takes me a moment to grasp what she has just said, so there is like 2 gallons of gas on the ground outside. Which you don't intend to pay? She had claimed that the handle on the gas pump had gotten stuck and wouldn't shut off. I don't know about you but I was having a hard time beleiving her. She put the five dollars that she has in the drawer and says ' I have to get going and that is all the money I have with me.' So not only did this old lady spray gas all over the ground, which I had to go out and clean up and believe me cleaning up a gas spill is not fun work. But, the fact that she didn't say sorry and take the blame for what she had done made cleaning up her mess just that much better. To top this off I informed her that I would have to mark the fuel she didn't pay for as a theft. Which probably was not the best wording I could have choosen but at the time I didn't care. After I had cleaned up her mess of gasoline I went back in the "box". A moment later my manager called me and informed me that this old lady had come inside and complained. She said that I was going to call the cops on her for stealing gas.
So pretty much I got in trouble because some stupid person couldn't shut off a gas pump.

The cones are there for a reason....

At the place I am currently employed I am able see many strange and amusing things take place right before my eyes. Along with these strange and amusing things I get to see people make complete fools of themselves. So, I have decided that I would like to share with others the stupid things that people do and I get to deal with from day to day. Take for example yesterday morning while at work (I will not disclose the company name I work for just know I work in a Box and people pump gas around me.) The cities local power company shut down the power to the "Box" which also shut power off to the gas pumps around me. So being that people could not pump gas I thought it would be a good idea to put up the BIG ORANGE CONES on each pump. This went smoothly for a little while, with a few people coming to ask if the pumps weren't working, hmmmm. My BIG ORANGE CONE idea was working, most people were getting the hint. That is until a middle aged woman pulls up to a pump, mind you the cone was still there. She gets out and asks me if the pump is not working. So therefore I know that she saw my BIG ORANGE CONE. I sit there shocked that she has just run over the cone in front of the pump and then inform her that the pumps are not working right now. She gets into her and starts to drive. I notice that the BIG ORANGE CONE has not come out from under her car. Well apparently she also noticed, she stopped got out of her car saw the BIG ORANGE CONE and looked up. I was sitting in amazement. She yells to me " YOUR cone is stuck under my car come and get it out." I still sit in amazement. She stares at me and is dead serious about her request. So I do the only thing that I can do that would not get me fired. I crawl under her car and yank this BIG ORANGE CONE out from under her car (she was driving a Toyota Camery F.Y.I.). I don't mean to sound like an angry, disgruntled employee but please for the love of all that are holy if there is a BIG ORANGE CONE blocking something don't run it over. If you happen to run it over don't blame it on the person who set it up thanks. Check back for more stories from the Man in the Box Looking Outward.