why must people come in just as I've started shutting down the register and then insist they pay for a campsite with a credit card? Uncool.
Because they are customers. And by customers I mean "adults who wish to be treated like spoiled children and demand and get everything they
you ain't kiddin', chica.
Ahhh, customers. When "We close at 8:30" translates to "Please come in at 8:25 and shop for a half hour."