Jun 29, 2008 23:38
Yippee. I have a stalker at work.
It's not unusual for customers to decide they're our "friends", and loiter around talking to us when they come into the shop, but occasionally we do get some proper weirdoes. My supervisor, who shall henceforth be known as K, has more than most of us, including an elderly vicar who brings her jesus-related DVDs and chocolates.
And now I've got one of my own.
* She comes in about three times a week, usually returning one item from her last trip, and then buying whatever I recommend to her.
* She says I look like "those women off the telly, with the hair"
* She says she's "been thinking about me..."
* She says she always hopes I'm working, because she's sad if I'm not
* She says I should be an actress, I've got "that look" (the look on my face at the time is usually 0__o' )
* She walks round the shop making notes, and nervously looking up at me every 5 seconds
I'm a little scared.
And no, she's not hot.
work,
retail