Stuff, part deux

I've worked at safeway for close to 9 months now, and I've spent a significant amount of that time working at customer service. This glorious profession has given me the opportunity to observe mankind at its very best. Doing returns, in particular, is very rewarding.

A lady comes in to return an empty jar of juice, and an empty container of raspberries

lady - This juice tasted bad, and the berries were moldy. I want my money back.
me - I'm sorry, I can't give refunds on empty containers.
lady - but it was terrible
me - Well why did you eat 2 pounds of moldy berries?
lady - uh...
me - Did you just bring your trash in for a refund?
lady - This is ridiculous! I don't have to listen to this! (leaves)

I am not particularly squeamish, nor easily grossed out. My past blogs detailing the stuff I call "food", and CHOOSE to put inside my mouth should attest to this.

A man in a raiders jacket (warning flag!) came in to get a pack of cigarettes. He had a big mustache with no beard (another dead giveaway for trouble), and a giant glob of snot dangling off the hairs on his upper lip. every time he talked, it came precariously close to falling onto the counter. Finally, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, and transported the glob onto his knuckles.

At this point, the man looked at the back of his hand to inspect the flem, shrugged, and proceeded to use the keypad to swipe his card. I threw up just a little bit in my mouth, and choked it down (no joke!) "Excuse me sir, would you like a tissue?" "No".

A while ago I went to the Zoo with some dear friends of mine. About 8 of every 10 Zoo-goers are small children, and 3 out of every 10 Zoo-goers are the parents of small children. Now, going to the zoo as a child-less adult, in a group of other child-less adults, is like getting into a moonbounce as a fully grown man. Its a complete blast, and the kids don't mind, but the "responsible" adults look at you like you're on crack.

More on the Zoo later. I is OUT!