WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE CRAZIES?????WHY ME????
So yesterday I was on the registers. Ugh. At the end of our belts has an end cap with some sort of impulse item. Mine had a 2 lb bag of Christmas candy. After a bit of a rush a youngish looking woman comes riding up in one of the electric handicap carts. She has it full to overflowing with several items in her lap. She stops just a bit too far to make a grab for the candy,, but tries anyway, and all the items--sliced fruit--in her lap falls to the ground. One of the containers burst open and makes a mess.
As I'm cleaning it up I ask her if she wanted for me to send someone back to get more fruit or did she want to pick it out herself. She says to send someone back for her.
Now if that was where it ended, I would have just shrugged it off and go on with my day. We have all had our clumsy moments. But no. It gets weird. So I flash my light to get the supervisor to send someone to get some more fruit for the woman. As the supervisor is walking a way the woman tells me to stop her and have the person also pick up some shrimp. Ok. But what sort of shrimp? Cooked? Raw? Large Jumbo Shrimp? Cocktail Shrimp? How much?
Finally, I got an answer--a ring of cocktail shrimp. Of course by this time the kid who was sent to pick up the fruit had already made it back with her fruit. So we sent him off to get her shrimp. Annoying yes, but if it only happened once I would not have thought she was weird.
So I'm half way through checking out her stuff when the kid came back with the shrimp, and she stops him and says I need more items. Oh god. She tells him she needs a pound of chicken and a pound of beef. Again she is not forth coming with what sort of chicken. And we have to play 20 questions with her again. Boneless chicken or bone in? Breast? Thighs? Legs? A whole chicken? What sort of beef? Steak? Ground beef?
And another problem, our packages are more than a pound. They are typically 3+ pounds. But we have a butcher, and he can cut just a pound for her if she wants. No, she does not want that. Just get as close to a pound, and then she ask for a pound of pork. And again we have to question her on what sort of pork--pork chops? Pork Loin....So the kid gets all the info and goes back a third time for the items. By now I have finished ringing her up--expect for the requested meats. And the woman wants to start chatting me up and is telling about how she is having a party for her dad. As if I care. The kid gets back with the meat, and I'm thinking Yeah! We're done. But no, as soon as the kid gets back she is like, "Ok, now I need you to pick up some olives and mushrooms."
Yep. She still needed more items, and now we are starting to get busy. I have someone in my line, and I ask the woman if she would like to pay for what she has at the moment and then add the olives and mushrooms to a separate transaction. She agrees. Thank the gods because the guy waiting in line was starting to get belligerent.
And of course the whole time I'm ringing up the other guy she is trying to talk my ear off.
I finally get the other guy done and there is no one else in my line--even though we are starting to pick up. I think she was scaring everyone away. We are still waiting for the olives and mushrooms, and she asks me, "Hey, do you like Chippendales?"
For some stupid reason the only Chippendales that my mind could think of was the Furniture makers. So I'm confused, and I ask, "You mean the furniture makers?"
She says "Yes. You know I like you. You and I need to go out and party."
Then she shoves a flyer at me, and it is for a Chippendales male review show. Thankfully our poor recovery guy returns with her olives and mushrooms and she sniffs and says, "Those are not what I wanted, but they will have to do."
She then pays for her stuff, and we finally get her out of our hair.