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.
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.
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.
Nickel Girl. My heart melted after she left. She was such a sweet little girl shopping with her mum. Her mum had just bought the purchase when this tiny girl with braids came up to the counter.
“I know I’m not here to buy anything.” Her voice was so quiet I almost had to lean over the counter to here her. “But I thought you were working hard so here’s a tip.”
And she slid a nickel across the counter. She was so shy, barely looking me in the eye and I almost died she was so cute. I thanked her for the coin and told her I loved her hair. She smiled before she waved and left.
All I could think about was how that girl was raised so right.And damn if my future kids aren’t as polite. I might scream.
This man is not my coworker but for a very long time I saw him practically everyday. He became so used to seeing me that he honestly asked me if I ever went home. This eventually escalated to ‘Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.’
He’s a very nice man that recently went through a divorce and is currently dating some woman who he doesn’t really mention a lot. We mostly talk about work. He gets called out to different places sometimes. He is by no means the police but he does something similar. He was recently promoted to supervisor. Around the same time I was I think. Either way we both apologized for the others promotion. Being in charge of idiots is a difficult thing. Luckily, I do not work with many idiots. Unfortunately, he does.
I get to here a few stories during the really slow times, apparently some woman thought someone was shooting around her house and he got her to safety before calling the cops.
The cops who had been there multiple times a week.
Turns out the furnace makes a lot of noise. That sounds like a gun.
He’s a very nice guy, a little paranoid. He’s got a call recorder cause he doesn’t trust people. He let me listen to one call where a girl prank called him and pretended that they’d broken up but wanted to get back together. Honestly her acting was flawless but you could tell that she was not confused when he told her she had the wrong number.
Overall one of the better customers. 10//10 would interact with again.