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We had some crazy stuff happen on Wednesday (and I can't recall the rest of it right off hand) but this one customer just walked off with the prize. . .
It's mid afternoon . . . I'm on my HBC aisle directly across from the front kiosk (and register 4) finishing up the last few totes on Tuesday's truck when I saw something that made me do a double-take:
a young guy (maybe 20ish?) was sitting down IN THE FLOOR staring at the baby formula display (we keep it behind Plexiglass inside the kiosk b/c of it being high theft.)
I go back to pick up another armful of stuff out of a tote and then look back: he's STILL THERE. He had not moved one muscle . . it was almost as if he were catatonic (and of course red boxer shorts glaring out at me.)
Flash forward five minutes:
Dude is STILL THERE, not moving. I sense someone behind me and it's Gump, wearing a strange look on his face and asking "Are you seeing what I'm seeing, DG?"
We're both staring at this dude . . . and still we cannot figure out what he's doing. Was he waiting for Godot? Was he waiting for the Baby Formula Fairy to rise out of the kiosk and bless him on the forehead? Was he worshipping at the Altar of Enfamil?
Five minutes later, the dude gets up and leaves like nothing ever happened. Too bad his too baggy pants didn't fall down around his knees (and they were already underneath his butt that he didn't have.)
Gump and I were still confused. Still are to this day what that was all about . . .
Or better still . . . IRV!!! One of your customers got stoned and forgot how to get to the Swamp again . . .
It's mid afternoon . . . I'm on my HBC aisle directly across from the front kiosk (and register 4) finishing up the last few totes on Tuesday's truck when I saw something that made me do a double-take:
a young guy (maybe 20ish?) was sitting down IN THE FLOOR staring at the baby formula display (we keep it behind Plexiglass inside the kiosk b/c of it being high theft.)
I go back to pick up another armful of stuff out of a tote and then look back: he's STILL THERE. He had not moved one muscle . . it was almost as if he were catatonic (and of course red boxer shorts glaring out at me.)
Flash forward five minutes:
Dude is STILL THERE, not moving. I sense someone behind me and it's Gump, wearing a strange look on his face and asking "Are you seeing what I'm seeing, DG?"
We're both staring at this dude . . . and still we cannot figure out what he's doing. Was he waiting for Godot? Was he waiting for the Baby Formula Fairy to rise out of the kiosk and bless him on the forehead? Was he worshipping at the Altar of Enfamil?
Five minutes later, the dude gets up and leaves like nothing ever happened. Too bad his too baggy pants didn't fall down around his knees (and they were already underneath his butt that he didn't have.)
Gump and I were still confused. Still are to this day what that was all about . . .
Or better still . . . IRV!!! One of your customers got stoned and forgot how to get to the Swamp again . . .
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