I frequently find myself in the situation where the station owner parked their car in front of one of the pumps. They get annoyed when I ask if they can move it, but come on, that's not a parking spot!
Two words: Lottery. Customers.
I want to stab every one of them in the back when I'm waiting for them to decide which losing scratch tickets they have to buy. Nothing about this job angers me as much as lottery customers.
You can tell the career lottery players, though. It's very sad when you spot it. The most recent was a woman that would go in, buy a bunch of tickets, then go out to her car to scratch them off before going in to get more.
What happens in life to bring you to that point?