So I love me some LOLs.
No not laughs out loud. Little Old Ladies.
That sounds super creepy, yes, but come on. Who doesn't love an adorable old granny? They are some of the BEST customers. They can also be some of the worst. We won't get in to that.
Anyway I got to thinking about the adorable LOLs today for some reason and two work related LOL stories sprung up.
The first was from around Mother's Day. I was helping out in floral and this nice old lady came up to me and asked if I knew how to kill a plant. After a pause and a pardon me? She said it again, she wanted to know how to kill a plant. Her son had gave her a poinsettia and now had sent her a new plant and she was sick of the poinsettia and wanted it to die. After I told her how I once too had tried to kill off a poinsettia without actually murdering it, just with neglect, and failed her best bet would be just to uproot it and throw it out. She seemed a little sad with the harsh method.
The lady absolutely made my night. Who asks how to kill a plant that isn't a weed? It was awesome.
The other LOL of note wasn't so much adorable but it was another one of those "are you serious?" questions. I was stocking some cantaloupe and she asked me what "that" was while pointing at the sticker on it. Confused I asked for clarification that she meant the sticker and she said yes. I gave her a slow and confused "it's for the cashiers...so they know...what it...is?" Her response was something along the lines of "Oh I thought you tested them to see if they were ripe and corked them back up." I let her walk away because I didn't really have a response besides a "No....no...no." ....Really?! She thought we drilled a hole and took a core sample of all the cantaloupes? Really?
Oh and I think I found my first people to hate at the new store. I had a few who if I saw coming I'd walk the other direction or really, really want to at every other store. Now I already got a new one. I also might have a few potential replacements for eye candy. And! And! And! Tech Man was in today! All my fears about never seeing him was for naught. He put a smile on my face.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
First Thoughts on a Fourth First Day
Today was my fourth first day of work.
First first day off the Front.
Second first day I wasn't a bag of nerves.
Third first day in a different uniform.
Fourth first day with the same company.
I'm such a winner.
Fourth first day was a smash hit I'd like to think. I'm enjoying the department so far and time flies by as opposed to drags by like it did on the Front. I'm finally learning something new which makes my brain happy. It's a bit of a new challenge, I'm not doing something I've done for 8 years. I've stocked before but never perishable.
Some general first impressions of the new store are: Holy shit are there a TON of adorable old men who work there I just want to give a hug to. The break room smells of cats. The cooler is HUGE! The bailer is super quite compared to all the others I've used. I'm a bit of an idiot when it comes to the product since I don't eat any of it.
Also a plus for the day? I got to partially check something off my grocery store bucket list. I finally got to (help) make a cardboard bail. It was everything I hoped it would be which was really nothing special but still oddly fun.
Yeah, I do have a little bucket list for the store. They mainly are weird little things like mastering the power pallet jack, shrink wrapping a a pallet of milk crates or something similar by running full speed around it and the piece de resistance: tackling a shoplifter to the ground and then standing up and yell "Dat's what you GET!" while pointing at the thief. If I could tackle a shoplifter I could tooootally call it quits. I think that's what I'm waiting for. I want to take a stealer down.
It's only been the one day at the new store and already I know it's lacking something. Something important: someone to creep on. My days are going to be a lot more boring if I don't have that it add variety to my day. And also Tech Man will no longer show up in my department. Damnit, what am I to do without the eye candy? Or just candy in general? I miss the candy bowl! I need cannnnndy!
Shoot. Now I miss old store a whole lot.
Must think happy thoughts. Can't get sad now. It's too late for that!
In other news...nope there isn't any. I could go on about Addisyn a little bit but I'll refrain.
Oh wait what's that? You want to hear my proud auntie gushing? Oh, you convinced me.
I know I always say it but goodness is she getting smart.
I'd hope so since, you know, she's growing and getting smarter is important but it's just so fascinating to see the changes.
I love how you can reason with her now and while it may come across more as bribery at times, it shows that she can comprehend a request or demand and understand the consequnces.
Take the other day for example she was playing on the swing set and decided to take her shoes off. I told her no, no. If you want to play on the swing set you have to keep the shoes on. She went ahead and took them off, ran away from to the back of it and started to climb up so I pulled her down and told her nope. No shoes no swing set. She looked at me, looked down and asked "Where my shoooes go?!" and then proceeded to run to where she ditched them when I told her she knew exactly where they were. She's so silly sometimes.
I have also trained her, I should probably say taught her, that if she wants something and I say "pay the toll!" she has to give me a kiss. Yup. I will trick her into giving me baby kisses.
She likes to play puppy and sometimes she'll hold on to something in her mouth like a dog and bark while you try to yank it out. Sometimes she decides to put something not safe in her mouth and if a few "puppy drop it! puppy let go!" doesn't get it out I'll give her a "puppy want a time out?" and then she'll drop it. It probably isn't the best thing to threaten but eh. It gets the job done.
It's sad. It's 9 and I need to go to bed soon since I have to get up at a god awful time. Ok 530 isn't terrible. I'm just a complainer.
First first day off the Front.
Second first day I wasn't a bag of nerves.
Third first day in a different uniform.
Fourth first day with the same company.
I'm such a winner.
Fourth first day was a smash hit I'd like to think. I'm enjoying the department so far and time flies by as opposed to drags by like it did on the Front. I'm finally learning something new which makes my brain happy. It's a bit of a new challenge, I'm not doing something I've done for 8 years. I've stocked before but never perishable.
Some general first impressions of the new store are: Holy shit are there a TON of adorable old men who work there I just want to give a hug to. The break room smells of cats. The cooler is HUGE! The bailer is super quite compared to all the others I've used. I'm a bit of an idiot when it comes to the product since I don't eat any of it.
Also a plus for the day? I got to partially check something off my grocery store bucket list. I finally got to (help) make a cardboard bail. It was everything I hoped it would be which was really nothing special but still oddly fun.
Yeah, I do have a little bucket list for the store. They mainly are weird little things like mastering the power pallet jack, shrink wrapping a a pallet of milk crates or something similar by running full speed around it and the piece de resistance: tackling a shoplifter to the ground and then standing up and yell "Dat's what you GET!" while pointing at the thief. If I could tackle a shoplifter I could tooootally call it quits. I think that's what I'm waiting for. I want to take a stealer down.
It's only been the one day at the new store and already I know it's lacking something. Something important: someone to creep on. My days are going to be a lot more boring if I don't have that it add variety to my day. And also Tech Man will no longer show up in my department. Damnit, what am I to do without the eye candy? Or just candy in general? I miss the candy bowl! I need cannnnndy!
Shoot. Now I miss old store a whole lot.
Must think happy thoughts. Can't get sad now. It's too late for that!
In other news...nope there isn't any. I could go on about Addisyn a little bit but I'll refrain.
Oh wait what's that? You want to hear my proud auntie gushing? Oh, you convinced me.
I know I always say it but goodness is she getting smart.
I'd hope so since, you know, she's growing and getting smarter is important but it's just so fascinating to see the changes.
I love how you can reason with her now and while it may come across more as bribery at times, it shows that she can comprehend a request or demand and understand the consequnces.
Take the other day for example she was playing on the swing set and decided to take her shoes off. I told her no, no. If you want to play on the swing set you have to keep the shoes on. She went ahead and took them off, ran away from to the back of it and started to climb up so I pulled her down and told her nope. No shoes no swing set. She looked at me, looked down and asked "Where my shoooes go?!" and then proceeded to run to where she ditched them when I told her she knew exactly where they were. She's so silly sometimes.
I have also trained her, I should probably say taught her, that if she wants something and I say "pay the toll!" she has to give me a kiss. Yup. I will trick her into giving me baby kisses.
She likes to play puppy and sometimes she'll hold on to something in her mouth like a dog and bark while you try to yank it out. Sometimes she decides to put something not safe in her mouth and if a few "puppy drop it! puppy let go!" doesn't get it out I'll give her a "puppy want a time out?" and then she'll drop it. It probably isn't the best thing to threaten but eh. It gets the job done.
It's sad. It's 9 and I need to go to bed soon since I have to get up at a god awful time. Ok 530 isn't terrible. I'm just a complainer.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Help Wanted: Apply in Person
Hi so, um, I've got a job opening for a guy.
See, I'm planning on going on vacation in about a month to Key West all by myself and I've realized even though it's possible to do I should hire a guy to put sun lotion on my back.
Have you ever tried to do it? You can but, maybe it is just me, I feel like I need to stretch before hand. I could honest to god pull a muscle while trying to get that one hard almost out of reach spot on my back. That and I worry about even slathering.I don't want to end up with dime size sun burn marks all over. That would be painful on top of being wildly unattractive. Do they make sunscreen that goes on purple or something so you can see easily where it's been then it fades away? If so I should purchase some. If not IT IS MY IDEA DON'T YOU DARE STEAL IT!
Actually what I really need is a personal cabana boy. Lotion me up, spritz me, get me a drink and some towels. I'd hire him on as a model so I could hire him solely for his looks and then fire him if he for some reason started to lack in that category. How he'd go from good looking to fireable in five days I'm not sure but I'd like to keep my options open.
I really don't have the money to pay form him but perhaps I'll pay his way? Though pay for his dinner might be pushing it. If I have no need for him at night I don't see why I have to pay for his evening meals. I could give him a $25 per diem. Eeesh. That might even be pushing it. Me footing the $900 for him to come along should be enough. He can have the complimentary continental breakfast and steal some to make it through the day since that is what I'm planing on doing. I'm cheap. I've got the money to spend, I just don't want to.
Oh, have I not spoke about my solo vacation adventure? Pardon me, let me explain...
See, I really don't have friends. Ok, I do but not enough friends where I can go through a long list to find some to go on vacation with. I got it in my head that I'd like to actually go somewhere on vacation since I've got three weeks of it (!!!!!!!!!) so I shall. I had it down to DC, San Francisco and Key West. For a while I was totally leaning SF then one night at work while browsing a magazine I saw the decision maker. A beautiful beach with crystal blue water and clear skies. Ah, Key West. That right there sold me. And the fact that when I plan on going it's going to be Hemingway Days so how could I not go?
I need to book it soon but I need to know first if my planned vacation time is going to transfer to the new store when I transfer. Eventually.
I figure at the rate things are going they'll eventually transfer me in October. I was supposed to be gone after last week. Then it changed to Friday of this week being my last. Now I'll stay put through next week. I don't enjoy this slow peel of the C-Junc band-aid. Rip it off already and transfer me because this constant state of inconsistency is annoying. And a little painful. They're dragging it out because it's going to make it all the harder to leave when the time finally comes.
Speaking of work inflicted pain, I ran into a door about three times today and it hit my arm in the same spot all three times and now I've got a gnarly bruise. The color isn't great yet but if you feel it there is a big ol' bump. I can only hope the color comes in over night.
In my defense it isn't my fault I ran into the door three times. First time I did I fixed the problem. Second time a new problem had come up, fixed it. Third time, old problem came back up and caused me new pain.
Workers comp?
See, I'm planning on going on vacation in about a month to Key West all by myself and I've realized even though it's possible to do I should hire a guy to put sun lotion on my back.
Have you ever tried to do it? You can but, maybe it is just me, I feel like I need to stretch before hand. I could honest to god pull a muscle while trying to get that one hard almost out of reach spot on my back. That and I worry about even slathering.I don't want to end up with dime size sun burn marks all over. That would be painful on top of being wildly unattractive. Do they make sunscreen that goes on purple or something so you can see easily where it's been then it fades away? If so I should purchase some. If not IT IS MY IDEA DON'T YOU DARE STEAL IT!
Actually what I really need is a personal cabana boy. Lotion me up, spritz me, get me a drink and some towels. I'd hire him on as a model so I could hire him solely for his looks and then fire him if he for some reason started to lack in that category. How he'd go from good looking to fireable in five days I'm not sure but I'd like to keep my options open.
I really don't have the money to pay form him but perhaps I'll pay his way? Though pay for his dinner might be pushing it. If I have no need for him at night I don't see why I have to pay for his evening meals. I could give him a $25 per diem. Eeesh. That might even be pushing it. Me footing the $900 for him to come along should be enough. He can have the complimentary continental breakfast and steal some to make it through the day since that is what I'm planing on doing. I'm cheap. I've got the money to spend, I just don't want to.
Oh, have I not spoke about my solo vacation adventure? Pardon me, let me explain...
See, I really don't have friends. Ok, I do but not enough friends where I can go through a long list to find some to go on vacation with. I got it in my head that I'd like to actually go somewhere on vacation since I've got three weeks of it (!!!!!!!!!) so I shall. I had it down to DC, San Francisco and Key West. For a while I was totally leaning SF then one night at work while browsing a magazine I saw the decision maker. A beautiful beach with crystal blue water and clear skies. Ah, Key West. That right there sold me. And the fact that when I plan on going it's going to be Hemingway Days so how could I not go?
I need to book it soon but I need to know first if my planned vacation time is going to transfer to the new store when I transfer. Eventually.
I figure at the rate things are going they'll eventually transfer me in October. I was supposed to be gone after last week. Then it changed to Friday of this week being my last. Now I'll stay put through next week. I don't enjoy this slow peel of the C-Junc band-aid. Rip it off already and transfer me because this constant state of inconsistency is annoying. And a little painful. They're dragging it out because it's going to make it all the harder to leave when the time finally comes.
Speaking of work inflicted pain, I ran into a door about three times today and it hit my arm in the same spot all three times and now I've got a gnarly bruise. The color isn't great yet but if you feel it there is a big ol' bump. I can only hope the color comes in over night.
In my defense it isn't my fault I ran into the door three times. First time I did I fixed the problem. Second time a new problem had come up, fixed it. Third time, old problem came back up and caused me new pain.
Workers comp?
Monday, June 6, 2011
So Mad I Could Spit
I can honestly say I haven't been so angry for so long towards a single person like I was yesterday. We aren't talking angry in "I'm mad but I'll get over it with an apology, nice gesture or 45 minutes."
Nah, we're talking "I'm so angry with you I cannot even look at you without my blood starting to boil." Whew. It was not good. My face was cherry red for a good portion of the day at work yesterday.
So what ticked me off? I'm being transferred at work. I found out Friday that this coming Saturday could very well be my last day at my current location. Short notice, sure but that's just how the company has always been. I really don't want to be transferred because I've made some great friends at my current location and I'm going to miss them. I don't want to be transferred because it's going to mean a longer drive. I do want to be transferred because it is the step in the right direction to move up in the company.
My immediate manager had been gone a few days so she wasn't the one to tell me, the head guy did. When I told one of the desk ladies I was being shipped out she wondered if our manager knew since she hadn't said anything when she had called earlier. I said I wasn't sure and I got back to work since I had a job to do. I told a select few people that day I was leaving because I wasn't in the mood to discuss it, I was feeling weepy over it. (Side note-I hate that I've been more of a crier lately. What the shit is up with that?!)
A while later I got a call from my manager and I could tell she knew because she asked a couple of time how it was going so I asked if she heard the news and she said yeah but not from who she should have, someone had sent her a text. We chatted about it and then after we were through talking I told the desk lady someone had tipped her off and we were trying to figure out who and concluded it probably was my manager's replacement since she's leaving soon too.
Come Sunday when she was back desk lady and I were talking with her about me being moved and desk lady asked who texted her. It turns out it wasn't her replacement but, oh what should we call him....Clorox! (I just cleaned my toilet so that's why...) Anyway, I had to suppress my urge to yell "ASSHOLE!" when she said it. And that was the the start of my crabby mood that stayed for 8 hours since it was right when I got there I found out.
Who does that? Why did he think it was his job to tell my boss I was leaving before I had a freaking chance to? I don't care the two of them are friends, I really don't. It's bull shit. It's none of his business. Don't get me wrong, I love Clorox. He's one of my best work buds, we get along great.
I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him all day. At first I was just going to ignore it and avoid him all day until I calmed down but I soon realized I wouldn't get over it until I told him how it made me feel. I finally got my chance only it wasn't nearly as satisfying as I had hoped. I think it's cause I didn't get angry. I don't think I showed enough emotion and I think it's because he really didn't seem to care. He apologized but it wasn't very sincere sounding so I just walked away. That part was a little satisfying, I think it showed that I was serious about how it bothered me a lot. Then I did the only mature thing and didn't look at him the rest of the day. I'll be better next time I see him but for that day he was my least favorite person.
I really don't think I'm out of line being so angry over this. I should be the one to tell my boss I'm leaving, I really should. If I was her I would have wanted to hear it from the person leaving. I didn't get the chance to. I was working. I could have took the time to call her or send a text but I was going to wait until I wasn't busy and quite frankly I didn't think someone would beat me to the punch. It's bull shit. I think what will help me better is telling her that I would have liked to have been the one to tell her I was leaving. I just don't want her thinking I wasn't going to.
You know the title of this post probably would be more aptly named something like I'm so mad I could kick him in the nuts.
Oh! Another testament to how angry it made me: Grape Lady being kicked out three times (!!!!) in a single day didn't put a dent in my mood.
Nah, we're talking "I'm so angry with you I cannot even look at you without my blood starting to boil." Whew. It was not good. My face was cherry red for a good portion of the day at work yesterday.
So what ticked me off? I'm being transferred at work. I found out Friday that this coming Saturday could very well be my last day at my current location. Short notice, sure but that's just how the company has always been. I really don't want to be transferred because I've made some great friends at my current location and I'm going to miss them. I don't want to be transferred because it's going to mean a longer drive. I do want to be transferred because it is the step in the right direction to move up in the company.
My immediate manager had been gone a few days so she wasn't the one to tell me, the head guy did. When I told one of the desk ladies I was being shipped out she wondered if our manager knew since she hadn't said anything when she had called earlier. I said I wasn't sure and I got back to work since I had a job to do. I told a select few people that day I was leaving because I wasn't in the mood to discuss it, I was feeling weepy over it. (Side note-I hate that I've been more of a crier lately. What the shit is up with that?!)
A while later I got a call from my manager and I could tell she knew because she asked a couple of time how it was going so I asked if she heard the news and she said yeah but not from who she should have, someone had sent her a text. We chatted about it and then after we were through talking I told the desk lady someone had tipped her off and we were trying to figure out who and concluded it probably was my manager's replacement since she's leaving soon too.
Come Sunday when she was back desk lady and I were talking with her about me being moved and desk lady asked who texted her. It turns out it wasn't her replacement but, oh what should we call him....Clorox! (I just cleaned my toilet so that's why...) Anyway, I had to suppress my urge to yell "ASSHOLE!" when she said it. And that was the the start of my crabby mood that stayed for 8 hours since it was right when I got there I found out.
Who does that? Why did he think it was his job to tell my boss I was leaving before I had a freaking chance to? I don't care the two of them are friends, I really don't. It's bull shit. It's none of his business. Don't get me wrong, I love Clorox. He's one of my best work buds, we get along great.
I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him all day. At first I was just going to ignore it and avoid him all day until I calmed down but I soon realized I wouldn't get over it until I told him how it made me feel. I finally got my chance only it wasn't nearly as satisfying as I had hoped. I think it's cause I didn't get angry. I don't think I showed enough emotion and I think it's because he really didn't seem to care. He apologized but it wasn't very sincere sounding so I just walked away. That part was a little satisfying, I think it showed that I was serious about how it bothered me a lot. Then I did the only mature thing and didn't look at him the rest of the day. I'll be better next time I see him but for that day he was my least favorite person.
I really don't think I'm out of line being so angry over this. I should be the one to tell my boss I'm leaving, I really should. If I was her I would have wanted to hear it from the person leaving. I didn't get the chance to. I was working. I could have took the time to call her or send a text but I was going to wait until I wasn't busy and quite frankly I didn't think someone would beat me to the punch. It's bull shit. I think what will help me better is telling her that I would have liked to have been the one to tell her I was leaving. I just don't want her thinking I wasn't going to.
You know the title of this post probably would be more aptly named something like I'm so mad I could kick him in the nuts.
Oh! Another testament to how angry it made me: Grape Lady being kicked out three times (!!!!) in a single day didn't put a dent in my mood.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
A toast to the Crazies
So I've spoke about the beloved Grape Lady, the one who steals ALL. THE. TIME.
I've talked about the random pyschos, crazy asses and just plain old jack asses but I've neglected, to tell the story of yet another resident weird: Magazine Man.
Ah Magazine Man. You truly bring a smile to my face because 1) your frigging nuts 2) you spice up the mundane 3) I get to be mean to you.
Magazine Man is clearly on something or had been on something that fried his brain because the guy is just wrecked upstairs. Ok wrecked might be a little harsh but the crayons are certainly dull in his box.
He is always after WWE (Smackdown!) magazines or those similar and 95 percent of the time we don't have the one he wants. Not because we don't carry the magazine but because he's thinking of a cover from five years ago and swears it should be on sell now. Usually he's just told that nope, if it's not there then we don't have it. There's the door. He usually gets a little huffy and leaves empty handed.
Today was different. Today we had a magazine he wanted. I saw him and was shocked he was in line. He seemed normal so I thought he'd have a normal day and be in then out with no fuss. Oh what a silly thing for me to think. Soon I found myself being called over to a a register to deal with him in an exchange that went something like this:
Me:What's up?
Cashier: He's only got $6 for the magazine. He says it's too expensive but (points to price) it's $9.95 plus tax so $10.50.
Me: Ok so it's $10 for it.
MM:That's not right!
Me-(points at price) Yes it is, we don't set those prices. (I'd like to point out I adopted my Addisyn voice, the one I use to talk to toddlers during the whole exchange)
MM-Well how much money do I have there?
C-$6.
MM-That's it? Don't I have more? (to lady behind him in line) Can you, got any change?
Lady: How much?
Me- Uh, it'll be $4.
Lady- No!
MM-Can I count, let me see the money. (He then proceedes to count it wrong and comes to conclude he's got 8 dollars) I almost have it!
Me- No (takes money back, counts it back twice) You've only got six. (it was around this time I told the cashier to call for the manager)
MM-Well...what am I supposed to do?
Me-Do you have any more money?
MM-Yeah but I'm supposed to order a tshirt tomorrow!
Me-Well you need to pay it all for the magazine.
MM-That's not the right price! I'm going to tell Vince McMahon!
Me-It is the right price, we don't set them.
MM-(hands me a 10) I'm going to tell Vince McMahon!
Me-That's fine, you go ahead.
MM-What am I supposed to do about my tshirt?!
Me-I don't know, do you want the magazine?
MM-Well yeah. (cashier cashes out the order, he starts to walk away) I'm calling Vince McMahon! That's too expensive for that! That's not right!
Now keep in mine he's talking like someone who's been doing the drugs all afternoon, all slow/hyper/confused.
It was entertaining. I feel bad in a way since the guy isn't right but golly does it spice up the day when he's around.
Oh and to top it off a little before Magazine Man was in I was getting ready to be mean to Grape Lady. I almost had to lay the smack down on her. Now that would have been the perfect day at work. Magazine Man and Grape Lady in the store and I'd get to be mean to them both.
Ah, dare to dream Katie. Dare to dream.
I've talked about the random pyschos, crazy asses and just plain old jack asses but I've neglected, to tell the story of yet another resident weird: Magazine Man.
Ah Magazine Man. You truly bring a smile to my face because 1) your frigging nuts 2) you spice up the mundane 3) I get to be mean to you.
Magazine Man is clearly on something or had been on something that fried his brain because the guy is just wrecked upstairs. Ok wrecked might be a little harsh but the crayons are certainly dull in his box.
He is always after WWE (Smackdown!) magazines or those similar and 95 percent of the time we don't have the one he wants. Not because we don't carry the magazine but because he's thinking of a cover from five years ago and swears it should be on sell now. Usually he's just told that nope, if it's not there then we don't have it. There's the door. He usually gets a little huffy and leaves empty handed.
Today was different. Today we had a magazine he wanted. I saw him and was shocked he was in line. He seemed normal so I thought he'd have a normal day and be in then out with no fuss. Oh what a silly thing for me to think. Soon I found myself being called over to a a register to deal with him in an exchange that went something like this:
Me:What's up?
Cashier: He's only got $6 for the magazine. He says it's too expensive but (points to price) it's $9.95 plus tax so $10.50.
Me: Ok so it's $10 for it.
MM:That's not right!
Me-(points at price) Yes it is, we don't set those prices. (I'd like to point out I adopted my Addisyn voice, the one I use to talk to toddlers during the whole exchange)
MM-Well how much money do I have there?
C-$6.
MM-That's it? Don't I have more? (to lady behind him in line) Can you, got any change?
Lady: How much?
Me- Uh, it'll be $4.
Lady- No!
MM-Can I count, let me see the money. (He then proceedes to count it wrong and comes to conclude he's got 8 dollars) I almost have it!
Me- No (takes money back, counts it back twice) You've only got six. (it was around this time I told the cashier to call for the manager)
MM-Well...what am I supposed to do?
Me-Do you have any more money?
MM-Yeah but I'm supposed to order a tshirt tomorrow!
Me-Well you need to pay it all for the magazine.
MM-That's not the right price! I'm going to tell Vince McMahon!
Me-It is the right price, we don't set them.
MM-(hands me a 10) I'm going to tell Vince McMahon!
Me-That's fine, you go ahead.
MM-What am I supposed to do about my tshirt?!
Me-I don't know, do you want the magazine?
MM-Well yeah. (cashier cashes out the order, he starts to walk away) I'm calling Vince McMahon! That's too expensive for that! That's not right!
Now keep in mine he's talking like someone who's been doing the drugs all afternoon, all slow/hyper/confused.
It was entertaining. I feel bad in a way since the guy isn't right but golly does it spice up the day when he's around.
Oh and to top it off a little before Magazine Man was in I was getting ready to be mean to Grape Lady. I almost had to lay the smack down on her. Now that would have been the perfect day at work. Magazine Man and Grape Lady in the store and I'd get to be mean to them both.
Ah, dare to dream Katie. Dare to dream.
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