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I came here on the insistence of my boyfriend that we needed to play the lottery. I know times are rough, but really?!
Anyways, we stopped in and waited in the growing line before being next to the register with the creepy girl who says whatever's on her mind each time we've ever had her. So, we went over to Don and purchased lottery tickets. My boyfriend, coincedently an Assistant Manager at a CircleK in Deer Valley (though he hates it and would probably be embarassed if he knew I told people that) says that the number one rule of CircleK is to ID people. Well, Don didn't do this. In fact, he printed up the lottery tickets BEFORE we paid--also a no-no.
As if that weren't enough, he told my boyfriend that it was HIS fault that he (Don) printed the wrong lottery tickets. I know he works in a CircleK and probably could have gone behind the counter and done it himself, but he didn't. DON is the one who was working the machine and didn't need to give any attitude about hearing the wrong thing. Poor boyfriend can't catch a break; he's either dealing with white trash jerks, meth heads, or pedophiles from the trailer park across the street of his store (we googled it and sure enough there's bunches in that area) treating him like crap or employees of other stores.
Anyways, this place broke their little law and I'm hoping they fix it or Don's going to be out of job if it happens again. They're prett
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