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    • flyingsoba

      I’m a CSM at a grocery store, and oh man, the stories I could tell. There was the lady that was high on meth painting her toenails in the health and beauty section, the lady cleaning and eating a rotisserie chicken in the bathroom, the used tampon shoved in the drain of the bathroom sink. We also have a regular that we refer to as “The Potato Asshole” who likes to come in and scream at us over the price of mashed potatoes. He’ll stare at our deli workers for up to an hour, finally order, then freak out over the price, EVERY TIME. He screamed at our co-manager and me a couple of weeks ago because we wouldn’t give him a full refund because he didn’t like how his groceries were bagged.  Oh! And there was the guy that actively stalked me for a few months when I was still a cashier! He would come in 2-3 times a day, despite me asking him repeatedly not to and stand at my register and try to get me to go out with him. He easily had 20-30 years on me, plus had no teeth (BONUS!). I caught him following me home one night and ended up driving to another town before taking a back way home to make sure he didn’t know where I lived. He only stopped because he got thrown in jail for something unrelated.

    • flyingsoba

      One of my all-time favorites was when my friend’s daughter drew a bunch of pictures for me when I visited my hometown for spring break last year. She had been my cousin’s foster daughter for a while, and when her Momma got her life back together, they became an adopted part of our family. I ended up moving to go back to school when Mya was four and didn’t come back until she was almost six. She was so excited that I was there that she spent a whole morning drawing pictures of animals and writing “I love you” all over them. When I got back, I framed them and now they have a special spot on the wall next to my desk, so when I start feeling overwhelmed with my schoolwork, I can look over and see how much my buddy loves me.

    • flyingsoba

      Asia’s “Heat of the Moment.” I kinda feel like I should save it for Tuesdays, but I’m too lazy to constantly change my settings.

    • flyingsoba

      Oh man, I wish we could type in phone numbers at our registers. We have to walk to our clock room (thankfully its in the front of our store), go to the computer in there and then hope and pray that the number is in our system. And its usually because they left their keys (with the card attached) in their car. I’ve got customers that do this every week without fail.  I’m normally on the U-Scan since I’m one of the few that actually has the patience for it. And I don’t mind the produce thing. I’m just mean and teach them how to do it themselves. There are stickers with the produce codes ON the produce, and anything that doesn’t have a sticker is on a list right above the screen. And if all else fails, I’m more than happy to tell you the code. So hit that button, enter the code, BAM. You’ve got yourself an apple. I’ve had some people get annoyed that I won’t just do it, but for the most part, I’ve had people thanking me because they feel more confident using the U-Scan. Confident customers = much easier to deal with rushes for the rest of the cashiers :)

    • flyingsoba

      Ffffff. I had managed to finally get that out of my head. Thanks for reminding me! My fifth grade teacher had a classroom library and every book was depressing. Stone Fox, Call of the Wild, Bridge to Terebithia, etc. I can’t tell if he had never bothered to read them or if he did and was just evil. And of course, that was the year I got in trouble for reading too much because I COULDN’T STOP. I had to try to find a happy book in there.

    • flyingsoba

      THIS. I wore braids wrapped around my head like a crown for 2 days in elementary school because I was in the school play and had to hide my very thick, butt length hair in the head part of my costume. I was made fun of so much that I actually begged my Mom to chop off my hair thinking that if it was short and not possible to braid it, that they would leave me alone.  I like to think that most kids wouldn’t do that, but pretty much my entire class was in on it.

    • flyingsoba

      #3 is exactly how my Mom was. The neighborhood kids routinely came to our house to challenge her (A parent? Being awesome at video games? Whaaaaaaaaaat?) and she’d kick their butts in whatever games they chose.  My fondest memories of her playing video games are all of her playing one of the Zelda games while we sat on the couch and watched the stories unfold. I was so excited when I was old enough to actually play on my own and she’d sit down and watch me instead :)

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