Right. So I work for Rite Aid (With Us It's Personal! *eyeroll*), have been for 10 months, first real job, yada yada ya. I've been lucky enough to not get customers who throw the whole yelly dance (and having said that I'm going to get buttloads of them today
) but I've gotten a few gross customers so I figured I'll share my stories with you.
Urine Guy!
Urine guy is this tall guy with a slight limp, slightly hanging mouth who comes in wearing the same unwashed shirt and jeans usually every Sunday. He buys either liter of the store brand cola, 20oz of pepsi or liter of Pepsi depending on how much change he has in his pocket today. I call him Urine Guy because he usually has this overpowering cloud of urine surrounding him. Sometimes it's mixed with coffee or whatever he had for lunch (with the stains on his shirt to match). Once he came in and paid for his stuff and I was watching a dark spot on the front of his jeans get bigger and bigger. Thankfully none got on the floor.
He also wears a prosthesis, which I only found out when he came in when it was POURING outside, squeaking like a squeaky wheel with every step he took.
Sweat Lady!
She is absolutely awesome, very sweet, very polite. Usually buys coke or pepsi if we have it on sale and brings her own cart to put them in. But I'm not sure if she just overheats in the summer or what have you because every day when she came in when the temperature was over 75, sweat was POURING down her face and soaking into her clothes. So much of it that she looked like she had taken a shower.
AIDS Dude
Thank god I only ever saw him once but hoo damn I don't ever want to see him again. I had worked there for about two months when this guy comes to the register with some bags of store brand gummies, 2 for $3. He hands over his cash and I noticed there's something suspiciously red on the back of my hand and on the money. I hold up a bag and it's got more bright red smears on it and the counter.
Me: "....Sir? Are you bleeding...?"
Him: "Oh, yeah. Heh, sorry. You gotta paper towel?"
Me: ".....Here is your paper towel and change. Have a nice day."
BOOKED it to the bathroom (didn't give a flying crap if there was a line building up, I left the other cashiers to it) and began SCRUBBING for easily 10 minutes trying to get the blood off of me. The LP officer (I miss him terribly
)took out the bodily fluids kit and scrubbed down my counter for me while the other managers came up to me and asked if I was ok. I didn't have any cuts on my hands or anything but still. Not fun.
Scooter Lady
On truck day, I nearly walked into an old lady slowly whirring past on her scooter. She had a helmet on (important for later). She asks where the alarm clocks are and I show her, taking one down from the shelf.
Her:"Does this light up?"
Me:"Yes, ma'am, it does."
Her: "What was that?"
Me: 'Yes, it does."
Her: "Oh. How much was it?"
Me: "$8.99."
Her: "What?"
Me: "$8.99!"
Her: "Oh. Does it light up?"
Back and forth over different alarm clocks for about 10 minutes. Finally she settles on the most expensive one and I'm walking back next to her because I've been called up to help ring. Suddenly, she hits the gas instead of the brake and runs over my foot, nearly knocks down a mother with her child and finally crashes into the ATM.
Me: "Ma'am! Are you all right?!?"
Her: "Yes! I couldn't control it! I'm so sorry, are you ok?"
After I told her I was fine, she scooters off to one of the other cashiers to pay for her clock and I go up to my register and help ring. We all had a laugh when I told everyone else my story.
Vibrator Guy!
Guy calls up around 7:30 ish on a semi busy night.
Him: "Yes, do you guys sell vibrators? I'm looking to buy one for my wife."
Me: *while serving a customer* "........I'm assuming you mean the...ah...adult novelty...?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "Yes, we do but I'm not sure what sort we have or what the prices are." (And yes we do sell them!)
I pass him off to a co-worker who doesn't bother to check, just that we don't have any and to go to the mall and check Spencer's (the adult novelty store). Grr.

Urine Guy!
Urine guy is this tall guy with a slight limp, slightly hanging mouth who comes in wearing the same unwashed shirt and jeans usually every Sunday. He buys either liter of the store brand cola, 20oz of pepsi or liter of Pepsi depending on how much change he has in his pocket today. I call him Urine Guy because he usually has this overpowering cloud of urine surrounding him. Sometimes it's mixed with coffee or whatever he had for lunch (with the stains on his shirt to match). Once he came in and paid for his stuff and I was watching a dark spot on the front of his jeans get bigger and bigger. Thankfully none got on the floor.
He also wears a prosthesis, which I only found out when he came in when it was POURING outside, squeaking like a squeaky wheel with every step he took.
Sweat Lady!
She is absolutely awesome, very sweet, very polite. Usually buys coke or pepsi if we have it on sale and brings her own cart to put them in. But I'm not sure if she just overheats in the summer or what have you because every day when she came in when the temperature was over 75, sweat was POURING down her face and soaking into her clothes. So much of it that she looked like she had taken a shower.
AIDS Dude
Thank god I only ever saw him once but hoo damn I don't ever want to see him again. I had worked there for about two months when this guy comes to the register with some bags of store brand gummies, 2 for $3. He hands over his cash and I noticed there's something suspiciously red on the back of my hand and on the money. I hold up a bag and it's got more bright red smears on it and the counter.
Me: "....Sir? Are you bleeding...?"
Him: "Oh, yeah. Heh, sorry. You gotta paper towel?"
Me: ".....Here is your paper towel and change. Have a nice day."
BOOKED it to the bathroom (didn't give a flying crap if there was a line building up, I left the other cashiers to it) and began SCRUBBING for easily 10 minutes trying to get the blood off of me. The LP officer (I miss him terribly

Scooter Lady
On truck day, I nearly walked into an old lady slowly whirring past on her scooter. She had a helmet on (important for later). She asks where the alarm clocks are and I show her, taking one down from the shelf.
Her:"Does this light up?"
Me:"Yes, ma'am, it does."
Her: "What was that?"
Me: 'Yes, it does."
Her: "Oh. How much was it?"
Me: "$8.99."
Her: "What?"
Me: "$8.99!"
Her: "Oh. Does it light up?"
Back and forth over different alarm clocks for about 10 minutes. Finally she settles on the most expensive one and I'm walking back next to her because I've been called up to help ring. Suddenly, she hits the gas instead of the brake and runs over my foot, nearly knocks down a mother with her child and finally crashes into the ATM.
Me: "Ma'am! Are you all right?!?"
Her: "Yes! I couldn't control it! I'm so sorry, are you ok?"
After I told her I was fine, she scooters off to one of the other cashiers to pay for her clock and I go up to my register and help ring. We all had a laugh when I told everyone else my story.
Vibrator Guy!
Guy calls up around 7:30 ish on a semi busy night.
Him: "Yes, do you guys sell vibrators? I'm looking to buy one for my wife."
Me: *while serving a customer* "........I'm assuming you mean the...ah...adult novelty...?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "Yes, we do but I'm not sure what sort we have or what the prices are." (And yes we do sell them!)
I pass him off to a co-worker who doesn't bother to check, just that we don't have any and to go to the mall and check Spencer's (the adult novelty store). Grr.
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