I worked at a convenience store down the street which doubled as a department store for laughably poor people (HA! HA!).
Anyway, my boss was a dick but most of the Cash people were friendly and we would get into the occasional chat.
One day, this dishevelled looking pseudo gangster/garbage eating guy walks in and asks if he can get a refund on this huge bag of jerky.
Beef Jerky.
Because he already ate some of it the Cash says "I don't think so." So he goes away.
The next day he shows up at about the same time but there's a different Cashier, so he tries again.
Denied for a second time, he returns on the third day and several more.
It took me a little while to notice, but each day there was less jerky in the bag.
When my boss found out he waited for the guy to come, and raised hell for harassing his cash's.
This guy is pissed, so he leaves and comes back with some of his friends and they come up to me and I got in one little fight so my mom got scared and said your living with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.
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I see you jockin' me.
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