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I was just thinking back to the days when I worked in a mall.
Wow. How I escaped with my sanity, I'll never know.
I lived in a small town at the time so you can imagine that we pretty much saw the same people quite often.
There was this one creepy guy who hung out a LOT. He 'cornered' me one day when I worked for that now-defunct toy store and proceeded to tell me about his adventures with model rocket engines. He would assemble plastic car models (for example, the Batmobile), fit it with a rocket engine and set it off.
If he'd been a teenager, I probably wouldn't have batted an eye, but he was in his thirties at least. He also had an affinity for these nasty chocolate Twizzler knock-offs we sold. He'd buy 5 bags at a time. Honestly, I tried one and it was like someone had solidified a YooHoo. Oh, those were nasty.
I mentally refer to him as Young Frankenstein because he had this thick, unruly head of hair that he somehow managed to get into a squarish kind of shape.
Then there was the one kid who constantly called us about Nintendo cartridges. We knew it was the same kid because he always spoke in the same monotone. He'd call and ask if we had something like, oh, Super Mario 3.
Us: "No, I'm sorry we don't."
Him: "When will you get it?"
US: "We really don't know. Maybe in a few days."
Him: CLICK
30 minutes later (literally)...
Phone rings.
Him: "Got Super Mario 3 in yet?"
Us: "No, we don't."
Him: "When will you get it?"
Us: "Didn't you just call us a few minutes ago?"
Him: (and he actually said this) "No, that was my friend."
Then there was the tacky lady with bad breath and too much make-up who worked around the corner at one of the few places to eat in the mall. She smelled like corndogs. Anyway, she was always trying to hit us up for deals on our toys (she apparently had quite the brood) and in return she'd hook us up with cheap or free food.
Uh, thank you NO. You aren't worth me losing my job over and you smell like fried battered weiners. Go. Away.
There were so many other freaks, weirdos, and downright loons, and thank goodness I can just look back on all that and laugh.
Wow. How I escaped with my sanity, I'll never know.
I lived in a small town at the time so you can imagine that we pretty much saw the same people quite often.
There was this one creepy guy who hung out a LOT. He 'cornered' me one day when I worked for that now-defunct toy store and proceeded to tell me about his adventures with model rocket engines. He would assemble plastic car models (for example, the Batmobile), fit it with a rocket engine and set it off.
If he'd been a teenager, I probably wouldn't have batted an eye, but he was in his thirties at least. He also had an affinity for these nasty chocolate Twizzler knock-offs we sold. He'd buy 5 bags at a time. Honestly, I tried one and it was like someone had solidified a YooHoo. Oh, those were nasty.
I mentally refer to him as Young Frankenstein because he had this thick, unruly head of hair that he somehow managed to get into a squarish kind of shape.
Then there was the one kid who constantly called us about Nintendo cartridges. We knew it was the same kid because he always spoke in the same monotone. He'd call and ask if we had something like, oh, Super Mario 3.
Us: "No, I'm sorry we don't."
Him: "When will you get it?"
US: "We really don't know. Maybe in a few days."
Him: CLICK
30 minutes later (literally)...
Phone rings.
Him: "Got Super Mario 3 in yet?"
Us: "No, we don't."
Him: "When will you get it?"
Us: "Didn't you just call us a few minutes ago?"
Him: (and he actually said this) "No, that was my friend."
Then there was the tacky lady with bad breath and too much make-up who worked around the corner at one of the few places to eat in the mall. She smelled like corndogs. Anyway, she was always trying to hit us up for deals on our toys (she apparently had quite the brood) and in return she'd hook us up with cheap or free food.
Uh, thank you NO. You aren't worth me losing my job over and you smell like fried battered weiners. Go. Away.
There were so many other freaks, weirdos, and downright loons, and thank goodness I can just look back on all that and laugh.
(munchies much?). The biggest stoner order I've had was 2 large thin crusts and some chicken wings for 1 person - and I suspect he was doing what I normally do when getting delivery, take advantage of a good "2 for $$" deal and toss the extra in the fridge for the next day.
(can't figure out why my memory is so bad...)
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