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Exhibit A
Two weeks ago, a man pushed a cart up to the service desk, stopping a ways in front of it. Catching my attention, the man asked,
"Hon? Is it all right if I leave this here while I go bring mommy inside?"
Me: "Uh, sure, I'll watch it."
This man had to be in his late 60s at LEAST. He'd be lucky to have a living mommy, unless she was a mummy. I can only guess that he's one of those parents that refers to his wife as "Mommy" to the kids. Either way, this was disorienting and creepy.
Exhibit B
A different old man, older even than the first, came in today. He gave me a roll of quarters and a roll of dimes, which I weighed to check and exchanged for $15 in bills. When I gave it to him, he asked,
"Okay, can you do the Coke?" He then gestured to a cart about ten feet too the side and behind him that had two six-packs of Coke bottles.
Me: "Sure!"
Him: "..." He continued to hold the money out to me.
Me: "..."
Him: "Can you do the Coke?"
Me: "Yep! I just gotta scan it."
Him: "Alright, I got two."
Me: "I just need to scan it, sir." I was still sounding cheery.
Him: "Okay." Then he walked over to his cart and started pushing it away.
Me:
"...Sir? Sir!" But he was gone.I have no idea what happened. Did he think I had telekinesis? Or did he expect me to walk around the desk and past him to get his soda? He wasn't that infirm. But then, he didn't seem angry either. I don't understand!
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