Hmm okay, so why haven’t I been able to log on to Daflaava.net in about three weeks? Is it just me?

So anyway…

The other night some guys came into the store about twenty minutes before closing. I recognized two of them from earlier in the evening; one inquired about purchasing a Sprint PCS phone and running credit without an ID (dumb ass…), and the other simply wanted to pay on his bill. The short, ugly ass one with a mouf full of gold came up to the counter. I’ll refer to him as GG for ‘gold grill’.

GG: “Yeah umm, I need to pay on mah phone.”
Me: “What type of bill would you like to pay?”
GG: “Uhh ya know… mah cell phone bill.”
Me: (All along I knew what he wanted to pay on but I just felt like messing with him). What of phone/service do you have? Sprint PCS?
GG: “Uhh yeah, I wanna pay on my Sprint phone.”
Me: “Do you have a payment card?”
GG: “No.”
Me: “Have you EVER had one before?” (I’ve seen this cat before, so I know he got one somewhere)
GG: “Umm no… well yeah but I ain’t got it?”
Me: “Well, where is it?” (By this time his stupidity is beginning to urk me)
GG: “I ain’t got it wif me. It’s at my sister’s house.”
Me: “You are going to have to get that one because…”
GG: “Well, ain’t you got some new ones here.”
Me: “You are going to have to get YOUR card because we have a limited amount of cards to hand out. Our cards are primarily for NEW customers and if you already have one, I cannot give you another.”
Lanky ass friend in the background: “Why you can’t give him a new one? What you gonna get a raise, a promotion or sumthin?”
Me: *Holds in laugh* “Umm no. You need to get your card. I’m sorry.”
Lanky ass friend in the background: “What you wanna be called a queen, princess or what? Just give him a card so he can pay his bill.”
GG: “Yeah, I need my phone and I ain’t got time to go and get my card.”
Me: “Where does your sister live?”
GG: “South County.”
Me: “We close at 9pm but you can go to the South County mall. They close at 9:30pm. You can make it, if you leave NOW.”
GG: “Man, I ain’t tryin to do all that and drive out there. Why you can’t just give me one?”
Me: “You should carry it in your wallet or pocket, then you’ll always have it with you.”
Lanky ass friend: “That is messed up. He need his damn phone on. We thugs we don’t carry no damn wallets.”
Me: By this time, I was more irritated than anything else so at the time I didn’t laugh at the thug/wallet comment. “I’m not going to give you a payment card. Sorry.”

Then both of them started talking shit and walked away.

A real thug wouldn’t be trying to pay $20 on his Sprint phone we he knows damn well that his bill is $240. Their dumb asses spent nearly ten minutes arguing with me when he could have been driving to his sister’s house to get the card. I guess lil man and Lurch thought that they could intimidate me with their little wanna be thug actions. “Thugs dont’ carry wallets.” ROFL

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