This counter area had either 4 or 6 registers ( gimme a break. this was 30 years ago for crying out loud…lol) and on that shift, we only ran one of them and the others were supposed to be completely cashed out with the reports run on them and everything so that once the day shift started, the manager could come in and just put drawers in them and they could to work immediately. Well, Sherry was kind of the lazy sort and instead of the following protocol and having the second register from the previous shift cleared and empty more or less as soon as she came on shift, she procrastinated and it was just shut down but still had a till in it and this becomes important in a moment when I tell you what else happened.
I’m assuming you mean as a person who is there to get gas but I’m going to tell of an experience I had as a person who worked at a gas station. It was 1988 and I was 18 years old and working at a Race Track Store in Mesquite, Tx. This is no ordinary gas station. We are talking full-on convenience store with all the amenities including a deli and even a video store in those days. So it’s one of those large 20+ gas pump beasts that you find all over Texas and I’m working the overnight shift with this chick we’ll call Sherry to protect the innocent…lol! Not really, that was her name…lol! Anyway, this one night (03:00ish) Sherry and I are behind the counter which was slightly raised in the back where we stood so that we could reach the top of the massive cigarette racks that ran from the ceiling and across the width of the register area.