Well, I just got off work about an hour and a half ago and I've got about eight hours until I'm back behind a register, not fair!
But, today was not in vain. I have managed to take an up close and personal picture of the offensive hat, the one that has caused my blood to boil every time I see it. I was giving Hat Lady a break and she left the terrible headpiece behind:
|Faces blurred to protect the innocent (left) and the fashion victim (right).|
Strange purchases of the day: a cat poop scooper and laxative. This combination brings to mind a rather odd mental picture. Did the woman suspect that Fluffy was a little stopped up? I just picture her following her cat's butt around with the poop scoop now.
Oddly, the person who said to me, "You're a nice cashier" was the one person in the entire shift I wanted to face punch. She wasn't necessarily rude, just extremely slow. It seems that people have absolutely no idea that a line is behind them. I'm sometimes amazed at my nerves of steel but, sometimes I almost reach my breaking point.