Too much personal information
OK so this is more of a story than a journal entry about jow i'm feeling. the strangest thing happened at work. an overweight, dirty, kind-of-guy came through my line. whatever, i get a lot of those. but what i don't get a lot of are men who go on and on about the savings he's getting. he's only buying seltezer water (which always seems like a good idea because it's so cheap but then i drink it...) and marked down meat (i'm not even going to get into why it's marked down). this guy really wants me to know how much he spent on hi jeans and all i could do was smile and nod, being captive behind the register. then just as he was about to leave he turns back and says "you know i buried my first wife this week". and i, being shocked, choked out "you mean she passed away?"
he said "yeah she's dead, but i'm not too upset about it, she shot me once". then he proceeded to show Kriszti (the register next to me) his scar, and then continued to tell us about all of the different scars he had from his ex-wife. then he told us his second wife died too "god bless her soul"...yeah....yeah
he said "yeah she's dead, but i'm not too upset about it, she shot me once". then he proceeded to show Kriszti (the register next to me) his scar, and then continued to tell us about all of the different scars he had from his ex-wife. then he told us his second wife died too "god bless her soul"...yeah....yeah