When Drew was born, there were serious complications. Doctors had to step in to keep both him and his mother alive. They tore all his muscles and damaged a lot of nerves in his neck.
He went to a physical therapist for many years. By the time he was 20, he hardly ever noticed it, but once in a while, after lifting heavy items for a long period of time, his back would act up and hurt a lot. All of his coworkers knew this, and despite this, Drew was a very hard worker.
A customer in his 40s walked into the gas station one day, skipped right across the line, and straight to Drew, where he was working on a problem with the coffee machine. The man set an empty can of gas, the steel type, down on the floor next to him. Drew had equipment all over the counter and floor, trying to figure out the problem with the machine.
It is also worth mentioning that he lived in a small town, where everyone knew everyone. He had hardly ever dealt with rude customers because of this, and it’s well known that small town folk can only take abuse until a certain point.
“I need you to go out to your gas cabinet and fetch me a new one of these,” the customer declared.
“All right, then.”
Drew shuffled all the pieces and tubes onto the counter, hoping no one would brush them off and step on them. He ran out to the cabinet, opened the lock, grabbed a new can, and headed back inside.
Right as he walked into the store, he started getting incredibly painful cramps in his back. He managed to scoot over to the customer and set the can down, obviously in pain, but he smiled and shrugged it off to his coworkers.
“You teens are so useless these days! All you do is stare at your phones and your computers! Look at you, you can’t even carry a can of gas! You’re all useless!” the man ranted. “Now hurry up, for f***’s sake! I’m going to a very important job interview over at Cameron Mitchell’s!”
The other customers were shocked at his behavior, but at the mention of said company, many of them started snickering.
“You know what?” Drew said. “My neck was nearly broken when I was born. I have worked at this gas station for three years, and never have I had a more rude and pretentious customer than you. I want you to calm down so we can finish this transaction. You’re startling the other customers.”
“Does it look like I give a s***!?” the man swore.
“That’s it,” Drew said. He picked up the phone and dialed a number, his boss looking on approvingly.
“Hey, Dad,” Drew began on the phone, “I want you to know there’s a man in his 40s, drives a green Honda CRV, who said he’s heading over for an interview with you today. He has been a real pain in the butt, and if you hire him, I’m not giving you grandchildren.”
The customer’s face went pale. He looked at Drew, at the other customers who were now laughing at him, and scurried out the door, leaving both his old and new can behind.
Drew’s dad didn’t hire him, either.