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A woman called the store today to ask about daylight savings time. Because the first place I think of when it comes to these sorts of questions is the grocery store, right? I should have lied to her...but I did at least laugh at her.
How is this even fun for you?
There is this pair of Hispanic men that like to play the scratch-offs. Now, I have nothing against Hispanic people. Seriously, I taught ESL for a while. But these two-! They're the type that go back and forth from me to the machine umpteen times. They get change for a ten, make two trips to the machine and back, then get change for another ten, then make a few trips...seriously, just put a twenty in there to begin with; you know you're going to spend it!
And part of the reason they make so many trips is that they can't read the cards. They do not speak enough English to tell if they've won, so I have to check every single card they buy. Huge time-waster.
Attempt to sweep me off my feet
A few weeks ago, a man was doing a Western Union. For some reason, this involved getting on the phone with the person to which he was sending money and cursing a lot. This man liked the F-bomb. Not only that, he was using the walkie-talkie option, which makes me want to break every phone I see with the feature. While this was going on, a very attractive co-worker of mine was standing nearby. When she walked away, this conversation took place:
SC: "She has a nice butt, huh?"
Me:
"...I'm not the best judge."
As far as Casanovas go, this one wasn't exactly David Tennant. Seriously, I was too surprised to even chastise him for it, it was so out of the blue. Then, RIGHT then, he asked me out. Like I was going to say, "You've proven to be the most crass individual I've met all week. Of course I'll go out with you! I love the type that I can't bring into public!"
At least he tried to make sure I was over 18 first?
A woman called the store today to ask about daylight savings time. Because the first place I think of when it comes to these sorts of questions is the grocery store, right? I should have lied to her...but I did at least laugh at her.
How is this even fun for you?
There is this pair of Hispanic men that like to play the scratch-offs. Now, I have nothing against Hispanic people. Seriously, I taught ESL for a while. But these two-! They're the type that go back and forth from me to the machine umpteen times. They get change for a ten, make two trips to the machine and back, then get change for another ten, then make a few trips...seriously, just put a twenty in there to begin with; you know you're going to spend it!
And part of the reason they make so many trips is that they can't read the cards. They do not speak enough English to tell if they've won, so I have to check every single card they buy. Huge time-waster.
Attempt to sweep me off my feet
A few weeks ago, a man was doing a Western Union. For some reason, this involved getting on the phone with the person to which he was sending money and cursing a lot. This man liked the F-bomb. Not only that, he was using the walkie-talkie option, which makes me want to break every phone I see with the feature. While this was going on, a very attractive co-worker of mine was standing nearby. When she walked away, this conversation took place:
SC: "She has a nice butt, huh?"
Me:
"...I'm not the best judge."As far as Casanovas go, this one wasn't exactly David Tennant. Seriously, I was too surprised to even chastise him for it, it was so out of the blue. Then, RIGHT then, he asked me out. Like I was going to say, "You've proven to be the most crass individual I've met all week. Of course I'll go out with you! I love the type that I can't bring into public!"
At least he tried to make sure I was over 18 first?
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