[Wednesday] fun times at work
Okay, so I'm at work, running register, when this guy walks up. He starts yapping something about being born in the 80's and something about how he fought in a war or something, but he's talking to no one in particular, and I want to avoid conversation with this weirdo, so I ignore him. Josey waits on him. First, he tells us how he want's Marlboro 100's, because 100's have more tobacco in them for the same price, and he deserves it. Uh, actually, they have the same amount of tobacco as the other cigarettes, but nobody wants to prolong this man talking, so nobody says anything. Then he says:
"Do you know what's wrong with this country? There's too many chiefs, and not enough Indians! I'm an Indian...blahblahincoherentbabblingblablah..."
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to put the crack pipe down and please step away from the register!" That wasn't actually said, but it would've been mighty funny. As soon as the guy left, I looked at Josey and was like,"What was that guy even talking about?!" Stacie had heard it all too, and nobody got it. What a weirdo.
Then, later on, my little amigo buddy guy comes in. Now take note, I have absolutely nothing against Mexicans, it's just what I call him when I refer to him, because he is Mexican and everyone at work knows who he is. So he comes up to the register, and normally I just yell at him to leave or go away, because supposedly he tells Josey that I'm his "love" or something equally disturbing. He walks up to the register and puts his beer down and asks for cigarettes, and I tell him nope, sorry, I'm not helping him today. I go get them and start to ring him up, and a conversation like this ensues:
Mexican: You smoke cigarettes?
Me: Noooo
Mexican: You drink?
Me: Your total is $7.47
Mexican: You drink?
Me: NO
Mexican: Oh, you good girl, huh... (gets money out and hands it to me)
Me: Yep, I'm good
Mexican: You smoke (holds an imaginary joint to his mouth)?
Me: NOOOO!!! Oh my God!
Mexican: Yes, you do, hahaha
Me: No I do NOT
Mexican: Why you so mean???
Me: I'm not mean, you're the one saying I smoke things!
Mexican: You always mean to me...
Me: Do you need a bag for those? Because if you do, I'm not giving you one!
Then he left telling me I was mean and saying things I didn't understand in Spanish. I mean, seriously. Even if I did smoke pot, which I don't, Stacie pointed out that like I'd really admit it on camera while I'm on the clock. Duh. That could get me a little bit fired. And I don't really drink enough to say "I drink," because I'm strictly a social drinker...plus I am SO not the kind of person who's into drugs. I mean, sure, I've tried things, but that was mostly back in high school when it was considered "cool," and I was by no means a "cool kid" so that about sums up just how much "bad" things I've done. After that, I decided the night couldn't get any weirder, and it didn't.
This whole ringtone thing is getting worse. My phone just rang with a substitute teaching call and I just about had a heart attack when the music started playing. Why don't you just change your ringtone, silly? you might ask. Well, because I'm an idiot, that's why!!! Hmph.
I'm uber tired, and I still have homework. I'm sure I could get a substitute teaching job tomorrow, but like always, I have other things I want to get done, so I probably won't take it. I always have the intentions of taking the next subbing job, it just...never works out. I need to sub a couple more times at least, because the experience couldn't hurt, and it will look awesome on my resume. BLARGGGHHHHH.