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OK, so i'm an overnite stocker as we all know. the crazies come out at night as we all know...i've been lucky so far in that i had my FIRST crazy/weird encounter a couple of nights ago. *BACKGROUND* I have a really nice derrierre that everyone jokes black chicks would be jealous of.
I'm stocking potatos or something (can't remember exactly) when this black man comes up (somewhat important). He starts mumbling (either he had a speech impediment or he got tongue-tied when nervous) asking about marinade sauce. I say OK... and think for a few seconds. I go "They should be in that isle over there with the salad dressings" which is where i last saw them...maybe...i don't have the isle layout memorised... he mumbles a few other things, asking for ranch dressing among other things. "over there" *point* I smile and he goes on his way....
THIS is where it gets interesting...he mutters when he gets to the end of the isle (maybe 10 feet from me) "DANG, is that thing REE-ul?" and i go "My butt? yeah, it's real..."
and he comes up to me and starts mumbling again, me smiling vaguely trying to not offend him and the only word i catch is 'husband' (i'm engaged so i had a ring) and i go "YEAH, he's right over THERE!" and point...no lie, my fiance works with me...he then kinda went away and i could all but hear the 'oh...' all sad and disappointed in his mind...
I'm stocking potatos or something (can't remember exactly) when this black man comes up (somewhat important). He starts mumbling (either he had a speech impediment or he got tongue-tied when nervous) asking about marinade sauce. I say OK... and think for a few seconds. I go "They should be in that isle over there with the salad dressings" which is where i last saw them...maybe...i don't have the isle layout memorised... he mumbles a few other things, asking for ranch dressing among other things. "over there" *point* I smile and he goes on his way....
THIS is where it gets interesting...he mutters when he gets to the end of the isle (maybe 10 feet from me) "DANG, is that thing REE-ul?" and i go "My butt? yeah, it's real..."
and he comes up to me and starts mumbling again, me smiling vaguely trying to not offend him and the only word i catch is 'husband' (i'm engaged so i had a ring) and i go "YEAH, he's right over THERE!" and point...no lie, my fiance works with me...he then kinda went away and i could all but hear the 'oh...' all sad and disappointed in his mind...
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