Awright, fess up, which one of you people sent all the crazies my way so I'd hafta post about them so you could read all about it?
Today started out like a normal Monday. I make the mistake of venturing out of furniture when some chick comes up to me and is all "I NEED HELP I CAN'T FIND NOBODY AND NOBODY'S AROUND WILL YOU HELP ME?"
Okay, fine, it's what I do, and I ask her what she needs. She tells me she has a Krups coffee maker, and she needs filters for the thing, and as we're walking over to the coffeemaker aisle she further elaborates that she's been all around the store looking for somebody and it's her birthday today and she's really frustrated *sniffle sniffle* and she just wants to go home *SOB
and she starts crying. Awesome. What do I say to this emotional spirit, and where the hell's the hidden camera? Turns out we probably don't have filters for Krups coffeemakers; just for the very basic line of coffeemakers we sell, and I'm not familiar with the Krups brand of coffeemakers anyway. So I show her what we have and ask her if the filters look like the ones we have.
*sniffle sob* "I don't know!" Then how do you even make coffee on this thing anyway?
Later on I saw her head up to the checkouts with a box of coffee filters, still sniveling and snuffling.
So I made somebody cry today. Cool.
I return to furniture to continue counting pull tags..."Customer service to the electric razors please!"
Because I'm the only one on the floor due to the other floor person being on a break, I go over to the electric razors and find some old woman with an old electric razor in her hand. "Can you get the head on for me?"
While I try (against my better judgement) to snap the dislodged cutting head back onto the razor, she explains that the razor belongs to some old fart in a nursing home and if I can get the head back on I'll have saved her the cost of buying replacement heads.
Then she tries to "help" me and the cutting head assembly comes off and OLD MAN HAIR AND SKIN ALL OVER MY HANDS AND ARMS. AAAAAAGGGGHHHH UNCLEAN UNCLEAN.
I failed in snapping the cutting head back onto the razor and she snatched it back from me, saying she'd take the razor to a different store and see if they could fix it. I like her thinking, but she should've thought of that first.
At least I get tomorrow off. Then I'm really in for it the rest of the week.