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So. Last night's weirdness.
Well the first two things aren't really that weird. What's weird about them is that they were part of the first three things, which happened all in the first ten minutes I was in the store.
I pulled into the parking lot and saw two cop cars. As I walked into the store I saw one of the other wrappers just outside and asked her what had happened. She said that a car had been stolen out of the lot while a customer was shopping.
Then she told me that just a bit before that, she was out doing carts. Was supposed to be doing carts. What she did instead was went next door to the coffee shop, sat down at one of the tables there and had a smoke. The manager went out looking for her and busted her. She somehow didn't get written up. I told her she should have. Dumbass.
About ten minutes after I had clocked in, the security guards bring this lady up from the back of the store. They had somehow busted her stealing a bottle of brandy. What's weird is that she took the bottle off the shelf, took it into the ladies room, and chugged about 25% of the bottle, before she got busted. What's even weirder is that you would not pick this lady out of a line up if you had to guess what someone who would do that would look like. (Um, has there been a more awkward sentence in the history of the world? If so, tell me, I must know.) Late thirties, her hair was colored and coiffed, nice sweater, decent jeans and good shoes. The manager John told the security guard that if she couldn't get someone to come down and pay for the bottle for her, he was to take her out to the cops that were still in the parking lot. She was able to get ahold of a friend of hers, who came down about fifteen minutes later.
The friend took the woman out to the car, then came back in to tell John that this woman had been doing this sort of wacky shit all week. Stealing booze, runnig up and down the railroad tracks, and playing chicken with the trains. John told her to get the woman some help.
Later that night, this other woman came in and stopped at the front desk to talk to John. He asked me if I had seen him talking to her, which I had. He said that last Tuesday night she was in here getting rain checks with a friend of hers, a young woman who was seven months pregnant. They had been talking to each other about the pregnant woman's husband, who had claimed he was going to commit suicide that night, and how neither one believed he would actually go through with it because he had threatened it before. Well, sure enough, they go home after shopping, and he's shot himself in the head with a shotgun. The woman told John that the funeral was that day (yesterday), and that the woman ran up to the casket, heaved up the lid, and started beating up the corpse, screaming "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!". Just horrible. Poor thing. Ugh. And if labor wasn't difficult enough, to have to go through it not only without your husband there, but with the constant knowledge of why he's not there.
Today was a good day. I got free diapers tonight. I ran over to Albertsons to get diapers since Dex was on his last one, and found my favorite ones for Dex. They're $12.99, but were on sale for $9.99. And I had a $2 off coupon. woohoo. I'm so pathetic to be so excited about this but whatever. OK so I was half way home when I realized they rang up at the original price. So, grocery store policy is that if an item rings up higher than it shows on the shelf, you get it free. I'm glad I remembered this while I was waiting for the lady to give me just the difference between the original and sale price.
Then I put a grip of chopped steamed vegetables in the kids macaroni and cheese and they loved it! I rule!
Well the first two things aren't really that weird. What's weird about them is that they were part of the first three things, which happened all in the first ten minutes I was in the store.
I pulled into the parking lot and saw two cop cars. As I walked into the store I saw one of the other wrappers just outside and asked her what had happened. She said that a car had been stolen out of the lot while a customer was shopping.
Then she told me that just a bit before that, she was out doing carts. Was supposed to be doing carts. What she did instead was went next door to the coffee shop, sat down at one of the tables there and had a smoke. The manager went out looking for her and busted her. She somehow didn't get written up. I told her she should have. Dumbass.
About ten minutes after I had clocked in, the security guards bring this lady up from the back of the store. They had somehow busted her stealing a bottle of brandy. What's weird is that she took the bottle off the shelf, took it into the ladies room, and chugged about 25% of the bottle, before she got busted. What's even weirder is that you would not pick this lady out of a line up if you had to guess what someone who would do that would look like. (Um, has there been a more awkward sentence in the history of the world? If so, tell me, I must know.) Late thirties, her hair was colored and coiffed, nice sweater, decent jeans and good shoes. The manager John told the security guard that if she couldn't get someone to come down and pay for the bottle for her, he was to take her out to the cops that were still in the parking lot. She was able to get ahold of a friend of hers, who came down about fifteen minutes later.
The friend took the woman out to the car, then came back in to tell John that this woman had been doing this sort of wacky shit all week. Stealing booze, runnig up and down the railroad tracks, and playing chicken with the trains. John told her to get the woman some help.
Later that night, this other woman came in and stopped at the front desk to talk to John. He asked me if I had seen him talking to her, which I had. He said that last Tuesday night she was in here getting rain checks with a friend of hers, a young woman who was seven months pregnant. They had been talking to each other about the pregnant woman's husband, who had claimed he was going to commit suicide that night, and how neither one believed he would actually go through with it because he had threatened it before. Well, sure enough, they go home after shopping, and he's shot himself in the head with a shotgun. The woman told John that the funeral was that day (yesterday), and that the woman ran up to the casket, heaved up the lid, and started beating up the corpse, screaming "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!". Just horrible. Poor thing. Ugh. And if labor wasn't difficult enough, to have to go through it not only without your husband there, but with the constant knowledge of why he's not there.
Today was a good day. I got free diapers tonight. I ran over to Albertsons to get diapers since Dex was on his last one, and found my favorite ones for Dex. They're $12.99, but were on sale for $9.99. And I had a $2 off coupon. woohoo. I'm so pathetic to be so excited about this but whatever. OK so I was half way home when I realized they rang up at the original price. So, grocery store policy is that if an item rings up higher than it shows on the shelf, you get it free. I'm glad I remembered this while I was waiting for the lady to give me just the difference between the original and sale price.
Then I put a grip of chopped steamed vegetables in the kids macaroni and cheese and they loved it! I rule!