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It must be the full moon, because I have a tale of a customer that was a few marbles shy of a marble bag.
So this guy comes to the register pulling a rolling suitcase and I ask if he needs help. In broken english, he asks me if we have.....well, I try to help him out, because it seems that this guy, thru his broken english, can't stop mixing up parts of his extended family, Canadian cities like Toronto and Eastern European locales......Oh, he wants a Music CD. *head goes down in disgust* I tell him we have a few, but you need to go elsewhere for music CD"s, and not in this mall. He keeps speaking in broken english (something about his Aunt being in Common Green....or something similar) and walks off.
Comes back 5 minutes later, asking if we have (that I can decipher from his mutterings about Canada, Ukraine, and his Grandmother's bowel problems....I think) Flintstones Books. Um, nope. He goes away once again after I have to confirm several times that a CD that he picked up was what he wanted to buy.
Okay, now this is where it get's creepy. He comes back to the register again after maybe 5 minutes, holding a Valentines Day card with a woman on it in a tasteful PG-rated cheesecake pose. "This is a picture of (russian name I can't recall) who would pose like this with his (i'm assuming Russian Word for butt) in the air and had a poop problem in (Russian Town name?) (Unintelligible muttering) buy now?" Now i'm thinking that I'm getting pranked by one of Borat's nuclear-affected relatives and I try to stifle laughter and an urge to kick him out and hear him out. I again confirm that he wanted to buy the card. He affirms "Yes." Do another re-confirm to see if he has some decent mental capabilities again; ring him out, and let him go away again.
Nope, he comes back again, only thing is he wants to buy another unrelated item. I decide that he is gonna cause even more trouble, and I ask him to leave. He waddles off to the exit......but only for a few minutes.
HE COMES BACK YET AGAIN after i'm trying to help a customer with a book. Only now I glance over and see that he's now trying to take some of those Currency Bookmarks that are giving me a pain in the rear after he asks if they are Free Flyers. I grab them and tell him no, and ask for him to leave the store now. He's abit shocked, but as I point for the door, he walks off, with one of my workers in tow watching him leave.
The incident got me abit agitated, and what the hell was going on.
So this guy comes to the register pulling a rolling suitcase and I ask if he needs help. In broken english, he asks me if we have.....well, I try to help him out, because it seems that this guy, thru his broken english, can't stop mixing up parts of his extended family, Canadian cities like Toronto and Eastern European locales......Oh, he wants a Music CD. *head goes down in disgust* I tell him we have a few, but you need to go elsewhere for music CD"s, and not in this mall. He keeps speaking in broken english (something about his Aunt being in Common Green....or something similar) and walks off.
Comes back 5 minutes later, asking if we have (that I can decipher from his mutterings about Canada, Ukraine, and his Grandmother's bowel problems....I think) Flintstones Books. Um, nope. He goes away once again after I have to confirm several times that a CD that he picked up was what he wanted to buy.
Okay, now this is where it get's creepy. He comes back to the register again after maybe 5 minutes, holding a Valentines Day card with a woman on it in a tasteful PG-rated cheesecake pose. "This is a picture of (russian name I can't recall) who would pose like this with his (i'm assuming Russian Word for butt) in the air and had a poop problem in (Russian Town name?) (Unintelligible muttering) buy now?" Now i'm thinking that I'm getting pranked by one of Borat's nuclear-affected relatives and I try to stifle laughter and an urge to kick him out and hear him out. I again confirm that he wanted to buy the card. He affirms "Yes." Do another re-confirm to see if he has some decent mental capabilities again; ring him out, and let him go away again.
Nope, he comes back again, only thing is he wants to buy another unrelated item. I decide that he is gonna cause even more trouble, and I ask him to leave. He waddles off to the exit......but only for a few minutes.
HE COMES BACK YET AGAIN after i'm trying to help a customer with a book. Only now I glance over and see that he's now trying to take some of those Currency Bookmarks that are giving me a pain in the rear after he asks if they are Free Flyers. I grab them and tell him no, and ask for him to leave the store now. He's abit shocked, but as I point for the door, he walks off, with one of my workers in tow watching him leave.
The incident got me abit agitated, and what the hell was going on.