She was raised in the Amazon rainforest on a house boat. She swam in the amazon almost daily as a child, and one day she wanted to go fishing. She had a good rope, and a hook. She attached it to the rope and flung it into the water. Snap. The hook was gone.
She got another hook, slightly larger this time and attached it to the rope. She tried again to throw it into the water. Snap. She was starting to get frustrated now.
She grabbed the biggest hook she could find on the ship, attached it to the rope, and heaved it far into the water. Snap.
She couldn’t believe it. She looked into the water, and saw some bubbles. These bubbles eventually revealed the snout of the biggest crocodile she’d ever seen. It had to have been the length of their house boat. (She confided that the house boat wasn’t very big to begin with, nor was it well made). Still she had a lovely time living in the amazon and now gets cold rather easily.
It was 28 degrees out and she easily had two long layers on. The last time I saw her, she was off to take photos of an Osprey or some Mallard ducks. She gave me a hug before she left and said I had the prettiest eyes while she was stuck with boring blue. Here I was thinking I would rather have blue eyes than boring brown. Go figure.
This man was very odd to me, he told me that he could really understand dogs. It was like they talked to him. He prefers dogs to humans but that’s pretty normal. He’s a pretty scruffy looking man himself. Always wears a hat, and works at a golf course.
He loves golf, it helped him when his first dog passed away. He likes Budweiser beer, and is very good at remembering names. He’s one of my favourite regular customers despite my early concerns that he was kind of a weirdo.
Alright so he’s not really a kid, he’s 15 but like he picks everything up at work with the snap of your fingers. He knows how to close just from watching others. He knows what to do during slow times. He’s quick during fast times, and he’s probably the only one who knows how to actually bag groceries. Which is always nice when he’s helping you.
He floats through school and still gets good grades, a little rebellious as he skips almost all his classes. He’s bilingual, goes to french-immersion and is generally a good kid. But if we were in high school together he would have been the kid I avoided because he’s kind of an ass sometimes and plays too many sports.
I admit I don’t have the greatest opinion of the monkey childs’ dad. But I’ve found that I’m on of his favourites so he’s okay to me. Still a little uncomfortable being around him though. He’s kinda sleazy. Makes a lot of harassing comments, and generally complains about anything and everything.
But his kid. His kid is the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. I watched this kid go from being about 6 months old and still in one of those portable baby holders to a walking, talking toddler who wants nothing more than to eat a banana and say hi to everybody he sees. This kid has been eating bananas since my first day, and he had the worst habit of just dropping the leftovers out of the buggy onto the clean floor where someone would then track icky sticky spots all over the store. But he was still the cutest little monkey I have ever seen.
I’m finally moving closer to my goal. I was a cashier working for minimum wage but now! I’m a gatekeeper at a conservation area working for slightly above minimum wage!
SO basically I moved in an almost horizontal line as gatekeepers and cashiers have very similar jobs… but it’s with a conservation area so I guess I’m stepping in the right direction. Yay?
She comes in almost daily, likes Molson dry and always carries a small green bag that she somehow manages to fit all her groceries in no matter what. She’s told me she’s lost 300 pounds, and has a new target of at least 50 more to be under 200. Very sweet lady.
She wears at least 8 colourful hair elastics on one ponytail. I’m pretty sure they have a specific order as well but I’ve never been the super observant type.
Around October she lost her father after he was taken to intensive care in the hospital. She confided in the cashiers on night shift. There were about three of us girls hanging around and we each gave her hugs and told her she’d be alright, she’d get through this. She still smiles and she still tells jokes now, so I guess she’s moving on. Her husband’s a real piece of work but I can tell he supports her in everything she does. No matter how weird and quirky she was.
So I was working a later shift and this man walked in and asked me if I could help him find grape juice. I asked him what kind and he said frozen, the cheapest. So I walked him over to the freezer section.
On the way, he confessed he was drunk and would never be able to find anything in this store. He also kept thanking me over and over when I pointed out the item or sales. He had trouble reading the list his buddy had apparently written him before sending him out into the cold night with very little common sense.
We spent maybe ten minutes looking, he pointed to the last item and asked, “Do you know what this is?”
He was so drunk he couldn’t read decent writing. So we get up to the till, and he hands me five dollars before I even start scanning any items. He says here.
Five dollars is not enough for the groceries. So I asked him what this was for.
He said it was a tip and society be damned if they say you don’t tip your cashiers. I left it where it was but said thank you. I got his groceries bagged up and he handed over some cash. I went to hand him his change and he was already waving telling me to add it to the tip pool.
Apparently I’d made some sort of impression on him as he asked for my name and shook my hand. Sadly I’m horrible with names.
I think it was Denis? Danny? David? Something like that. Hopefully he doesn’t remember me. Considering he was probably a regular.