There's this homeless guy that comes in to my store about twice a day. He's old, he smells, he's perpetually drunk, and he fakes being blind to get people to feel sorry for him and give him money.
How do I know he fakes it? He gets this big nasty smile whenever I'm in the store. He always goes to the checkstand I'm bagging at, and if I'm not there, he goes to see another young female checker/bagger, but he pretty much never goes into a line with male employees. I now refuse to serve him. If he's coming, I move. During the entire transaction, he stares at my chest, and calls me "sweetie". I don't even like my female manager calling me that, let alone a nasty old drunk. The last time I had to bag something for him, he was on his way out, and said, "I'll see you later." Needless to say, I've avoided him since.
However. This guy must be really messed up. The other day, he came in, bought nothing, and started walking to the bathrooms. I'm keeping an eye on this bum, and instead of turning to go in the mens' room...he keeps on walking. You know what's past the bathrooms?
"What is he doing? Hey! Hey, he's going in the breakroom!!"
The smelly old bastard was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, talking to the employees. Customers aren't allowed in there. Drunken non-paying customers, definitely not. Yet everyone I pointed this out to just stood there like a deer in headlights, like nothing was up. Uh, hello. Gross crazy old man in breakroom. How is that OK? I finally got through to my manager on duty, but it took me a lot of work. The guy's not too good at listening. I finally had to explain to him that this guy's been hitting on me every time he comes in, and that he's basically totally insane, and by this time the guy's fully inside, sitting down and making himself comfortable.
After about five minutes of repeating myself to the brick wall of manager hearing, Clueless MOD finally went over and marched the guy out. He was back the next day. Twice. And the day after that. And probably today too. Everybody knows him by now.
I'm done with this guy though. Next time he hits on me, I will get him tossed out on his ass. If it's bad enough, I'll call the cops. He'd be better off locked up than roaming the streets anyway, and I'm not afraid to get legal on him. I have loads of witnesses.
I'm sure you guys can top this, though. So bring on your smelly wino SC stories.
How do I know he fakes it? He gets this big nasty smile whenever I'm in the store. He always goes to the checkstand I'm bagging at, and if I'm not there, he goes to see another young female checker/bagger, but he pretty much never goes into a line with male employees. I now refuse to serve him. If he's coming, I move. During the entire transaction, he stares at my chest, and calls me "sweetie". I don't even like my female manager calling me that, let alone a nasty old drunk. The last time I had to bag something for him, he was on his way out, and said, "I'll see you later." Needless to say, I've avoided him since.
However. This guy must be really messed up. The other day, he came in, bought nothing, and started walking to the bathrooms. I'm keeping an eye on this bum, and instead of turning to go in the mens' room...he keeps on walking. You know what's past the bathrooms?
"What is he doing? Hey! Hey, he's going in the breakroom!!"
The smelly old bastard was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, talking to the employees. Customers aren't allowed in there. Drunken non-paying customers, definitely not. Yet everyone I pointed this out to just stood there like a deer in headlights, like nothing was up. Uh, hello. Gross crazy old man in breakroom. How is that OK? I finally got through to my manager on duty, but it took me a lot of work. The guy's not too good at listening. I finally had to explain to him that this guy's been hitting on me every time he comes in, and that he's basically totally insane, and by this time the guy's fully inside, sitting down and making himself comfortable.
After about five minutes of repeating myself to the brick wall of manager hearing, Clueless MOD finally went over and marched the guy out. He was back the next day. Twice. And the day after that. And probably today too. Everybody knows him by now.

I'm done with this guy though. Next time he hits on me, I will get him tossed out on his ass. If it's bad enough, I'll call the cops. He'd be better off locked up than roaming the streets anyway, and I'm not afraid to get legal on him. I have loads of witnesses.
I'm sure you guys can top this, though. So bring on your smelly wino SC stories.
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