So we've got a pair of regulars at our store, an older mentally disabled woman (who I'll just refer to as MDW) and her caretaker. None of us are entirely sure what's wrong with this woman, but she's very nice, if strange.
But anyway. So a couple days ago, they're in the store, and MDW is standing at the entrance watching some kids run around. A couple of girls start skipping through the entrance, and MDW starts singing "Skip to my lou" at them. Well, repeating a few words from it over and over, anyway.
This prompts the customer I was serving to lean over to her husband and...
Customer: "Sounds like someone came to the store drunk..."
Me: "Oh, her? I think she's actually mentally retarded."
Customer: "Really? Oh wow, I think I go to hell for saying that..."
But anyway. So a couple days ago, they're in the store, and MDW is standing at the entrance watching some kids run around. A couple of girls start skipping through the entrance, and MDW starts singing "Skip to my lou" at them. Well, repeating a few words from it over and over, anyway.
This prompts the customer I was serving to lean over to her husband and...
Customer: "Sounds like someone came to the store drunk..."
Me: "Oh, her? I think she's actually mentally retarded."
Customer: "Really? Oh wow, I think I go to hell for saying that..."
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