So I work at a grocery store, m'kay? Here are some wonderful anecdotes about my job. One customer didn't know the name of the product she wanted, so she asked for the "spice with a picture of a chef that looks like Dom DeLuise" on it. She wouldn't leave me alone until I actually found it for her. If you care, it is Chef Paul Prudhomme's Magic Seasoning Blends. We have another customer who we call Crazy Carol. She often comes in three times a day. She thinks that it is her responsibility to invade our personal space and yell things like "News Flash!! Ivory Soap is 99 cents at Canadian Tire". Like I care or something. Once she even made me write it down so I wouldn't forget. She also has body odour and bad teeth. Another from the bad teeth file: "Fresh Meat Man" He always wants everything double bagged, and will not accept crumpled bills. He has a nasty habit of making highly inappropriate remarks to female cashiers. "You look like a piece of fresh meat!" to one. "Will you go on a naked protest to parliament hill with me?" to me, where to another it was a naked hike in the Gatineaus. He is married with 9 or 10 children. And he always calls us "sister". And the man who always steals rubber gloves from the bulk section, ostensibly for his daughter in medical school.
