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Heehee, the one in the title was going to be my bonus story for tonight, but it's too good not to make it the feature story. So 
At my Aid of Rite, I'm usually the one who stocks the small book section that we have. I have a somewhat system: first 3 rows are crime/thrillers, middle shelf is "fluff", or "beach reading", the next shelf is "romance" and then the next half shelf is "supernatural fiction". The 4 or 5 shelves to the bottom are a mix of self help, weight loss and health.
So I'm hunting in the book box looking for a romance book to stock, which is next to Ih's register. Ih is ringing out a customer. I say to myself, "Where's my romance?" and customer heard me.
"You're not allowed romance at work! That's bad! You're not allowed it! Uh...can you?"
I hold up a book with the sexiest cowboy I can find. "Yes I can!
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Customer goes, "Oh." And disappears REAL fast.
Bonus: Eat, Spit, Be Nasty
There's a semi regular customer who comes in every so often to do an "Eastern Union" to send money to his family back to Kenya, I believe. Today he comes in, chewing sunflower seeds. As he's eating them, he's spitting the shells all over the floor.
Manager S1, who was doing his "Eastern Union" finally told him to stop.
What sort of nasty person does that? I suppose I should be grateful he didn't spit it into his hand then wipe it over our counter or, worse, try to hand the spit coated sunflower seeds to me...
At my Aid of Rite, I'm usually the one who stocks the small book section that we have. I have a somewhat system: first 3 rows are crime/thrillers, middle shelf is "fluff", or "beach reading", the next shelf is "romance" and then the next half shelf is "supernatural fiction". The 4 or 5 shelves to the bottom are a mix of self help, weight loss and health.
So I'm hunting in the book box looking for a romance book to stock, which is next to Ih's register. Ih is ringing out a customer. I say to myself, "Where's my romance?" and customer heard me.
"You're not allowed romance at work! That's bad! You're not allowed it! Uh...can you?"
I hold up a book with the sexiest cowboy I can find. "Yes I can!
"Customer goes, "Oh." And disappears REAL fast.
Bonus: Eat, Spit, Be Nasty
There's a semi regular customer who comes in every so often to do an "Eastern Union" to send money to his family back to Kenya, I believe. Today he comes in, chewing sunflower seeds. As he's eating them, he's spitting the shells all over the floor.
Manager S1, who was doing his "Eastern Union" finally told him to stop.
What sort of nasty person does that? I suppose I should be grateful he didn't spit it into his hand then wipe it over our counter or, worse, try to hand the spit coated sunflower seeds to me...
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