Let me take a second to say that if I am doing you the courtesy of a) looking you in the eye, b) attempting to smile, c) ignoring how much my feet hurt and how hungry I am, not to mention the fact that I didn't get a break and have been working the desk for three hours by myself and d) give you a pleasant greeting such as "How are you doing?" - you need to at least make an effort and minimally GRUNT IN MY GENERAL DIRECTION.
Slapping a backpack and an envelope on the counter and saying "I need to cash my check. Gimme a pen," is NOT AN EFFORT.
Then, when I politely inform you that we are unable to cash handwritten payroll checks, getting histrionic is even less of a correct response.
No, I really don't care that this is your "advance." You should have rolled out of bed before noon and hit the Wachovia or the Bank of America. Your issues, not mine.
No sir, you do not "always cash that check here." No sir, repeating that louder. Or louder is not going to make it any less false. Again, your issues, not mine.
No, I really don't care that you "got to pay your rent." I want an iPhone, but I wrote out my rent check and the check to my car insurance and the checks to my student loan people and to Florida Power & Light, T-Mobile and to Comcast. Guess what, I'm not gonna get an iPhone any time this decade.
Don't whine, pout, snarl and ask me "Well what am I supposed to do?" That whole entitlement thing is really unattractive - especially on bratty twentysomethings. PS: You're really not cute enough for me to care about.
I can't tell you to grow a pair and grow up, even though I want to. I've got to direct you to the Publix six miles down the road or to the Circle K about 9 blocks down. Not that they're going to cash it either, but it gets you out of my face.
If paying your rent was so important - you would have hauled your sorry smells-like-weed posterior out of bed and to a bank. Not made a stop at your dealer for a dime bag. Yeah, dude, everybody can smell it. I got a good hit off the fumes. Thanks for that. But I'm still not going to cash that check.
Don't come back now, ya' hear. And lay off the post-pot munchies. You're getting a freshman fifteen and college was a few years back.