On our way home we stop at a gas station to get some drinks (it was a 20 minute walk from tattoo place to apartment) and the creepy service begins.
My roommate pays for 2$ worth of stuff with a check--she spent all the cash at the tattoo place (they don't take checks).
"I can't believe you're paying with a check. Are you joking?"
My roommie responds "That's all I have, the last place we were at didn't take checks so I spent all my cash."
"Do you need my ID?"
"No, I'm not even gonna run it through the machine, this is just a joke. Wow, how pathetic not to have cash."
We left. Now, this was only about 10 at night at a very popular station (the only one on the hip strip).
I'm not complaining to the manager, cuz she isn't exactly the greatest, but if he does it again I will.
(Granted, there are 2 other creepy guys working there that either hit on me or otherwise act like they think for some reason I want to do them in the beer cooler---which I don't.)