Well, I finally got a new job, which I actually like since it's easy as all hell. But in my three days of employment, some of the customers I got have been... for lack of a better term, strange.
The first customer that struck me as not having all her eggs in her basket asked me, in the dairy section, if I could turn the cooling units off because she was cold.
The next asked me, as I was stocking eggs, where the eggs where. Now, it's a ten foot section, surely my two foot shoulder span doesn't completely obscure your view of the eggs. Did you try looking anywhere but at me when you decided you needed to make youre omelette?
Finally, today, I was rotating as I was stocking. Putting the old in front and the new in back. I did this with the milk, yogurt, biscuits, and eggs. When I finally got to the eggs, I noticed a young woman avidly watching what I was doing. When I asked her if I could help her she burst into this tirade:
"WHY ARE YOU PUTTING THOSE EGGS IN THE BACK!? ARE YOU TRYING TO HIDE THE GOOD EGGS FOR YOURSELF? OR ARE THE EGGS IN THE FRONT POISONED!? THEY'RE POISONED!"
Then she went dead silent and shuffled away. Needless to say, I was a bit more wary of my stocking duties for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow is my fourth day there and then I have a week off for my friends wedding and seeing my girlfriend, so hopefully the next strange customer won't shank me for checking the dates on the Cheese.
NEW----
Well, I've been back to work twice since I got back from the wedding. They've cut my hours, which I'm apathetic about, but all that means is I get a more concentrated form of SC, which will stand for Strange Customer.
The first was, how should I put this delicately.... a little obsessed.
LADY- Where are your frozen strawberries? I need some frozen strawberries. Tonight I'm making Strawberry shortcake for my company and I need frozen strawberries, but I can't find them and I need them.
ME- *WTF!? Take a breath* Umm... I'm not sure, let me go get my coworker right quick. He'll know where they are.
LADY- Oh my god! I need them and you don't know where they are? I have company coming over tonight and I need frozen strawberries to make strawberry shor-
ME- I understand, ma'am. If you'll just follow me, we'll get my coworker and he'll show you where the strawberries are and you'll be all fixed up.
Basically, she talks to me and then eventually to my coworker the ENTIRE time about how badly she needs to have these frozen strawberries. It takes us all of a minute and a half to finish up with her. The way she looked was what made me think that she wasn't just an ordinary customer having company come over. She seemed frantic and scared. Anyway....
Last night was the strangest by far. I don't know if it was a full moon or what, but dang.
I was zoning the yogurt because apparently the people there during the day went on break for six hours, and this woman (It always seems to be women...) pushes her cart into my thigh. I'm not bothered by this, although it was unexpected. I proceed with the usual "Can I help you?" stuff, and she pushes her cart into my thigh again. Now this woman was maybe 110 pounds and older than my mother. I'm six foot, two-hundred and twenty pounds. I give this woman the Ivan Drago from Rocky IV "I must break you" glare. AND SHE DOES IT AGAIN! I begin to walk away at this point, after having moved well out of her way to begin with, thinking she wanted the yogurt, and she's right on my tail. When I get to the backroom doors I turn and say "I'm sorry ma'am, you're not allowed back here." And she zooms off.
I have to go now, but I'll post the rest later on.
The first customer that struck me as not having all her eggs in her basket asked me, in the dairy section, if I could turn the cooling units off because she was cold.
The next asked me, as I was stocking eggs, where the eggs where. Now, it's a ten foot section, surely my two foot shoulder span doesn't completely obscure your view of the eggs. Did you try looking anywhere but at me when you decided you needed to make youre omelette?
Finally, today, I was rotating as I was stocking. Putting the old in front and the new in back. I did this with the milk, yogurt, biscuits, and eggs. When I finally got to the eggs, I noticed a young woman avidly watching what I was doing. When I asked her if I could help her she burst into this tirade:
"WHY ARE YOU PUTTING THOSE EGGS IN THE BACK!? ARE YOU TRYING TO HIDE THE GOOD EGGS FOR YOURSELF? OR ARE THE EGGS IN THE FRONT POISONED!? THEY'RE POISONED!"
Then she went dead silent and shuffled away. Needless to say, I was a bit more wary of my stocking duties for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow is my fourth day there and then I have a week off for my friends wedding and seeing my girlfriend, so hopefully the next strange customer won't shank me for checking the dates on the Cheese.
NEW----
Well, I've been back to work twice since I got back from the wedding. They've cut my hours, which I'm apathetic about, but all that means is I get a more concentrated form of SC, which will stand for Strange Customer.
The first was, how should I put this delicately.... a little obsessed.
LADY- Where are your frozen strawberries? I need some frozen strawberries. Tonight I'm making Strawberry shortcake for my company and I need frozen strawberries, but I can't find them and I need them.
ME- *WTF!? Take a breath* Umm... I'm not sure, let me go get my coworker right quick. He'll know where they are.
LADY- Oh my god! I need them and you don't know where they are? I have company coming over tonight and I need frozen strawberries to make strawberry shor-
ME- I understand, ma'am. If you'll just follow me, we'll get my coworker and he'll show you where the strawberries are and you'll be all fixed up.
Basically, she talks to me and then eventually to my coworker the ENTIRE time about how badly she needs to have these frozen strawberries. It takes us all of a minute and a half to finish up with her. The way she looked was what made me think that she wasn't just an ordinary customer having company come over. She seemed frantic and scared. Anyway....
Last night was the strangest by far. I don't know if it was a full moon or what, but dang.
I was zoning the yogurt because apparently the people there during the day went on break for six hours, and this woman (It always seems to be women...) pushes her cart into my thigh. I'm not bothered by this, although it was unexpected. I proceed with the usual "Can I help you?" stuff, and she pushes her cart into my thigh again. Now this woman was maybe 110 pounds and older than my mother. I'm six foot, two-hundred and twenty pounds. I give this woman the Ivan Drago from Rocky IV "I must break you" glare. AND SHE DOES IT AGAIN! I begin to walk away at this point, after having moved well out of her way to begin with, thinking she wanted the yogurt, and she's right on my tail. When I get to the backroom doors I turn and say "I'm sorry ma'am, you're not allowed back here." And she zooms off.
I have to go now, but I'll post the rest later on.
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