Tops Tomfoolery

A-heee, a-hee-hee-hee! The people I get at work. Seriously.

I may not have mentioned that I live where the aged hippies go to fade away. And the clothes they wear reflect this, but sometimes, I can't help but just stand there staring. In the warmer months a woman came in, that was one of those situations. She was wearing a dark purple (think closed lavender flower) babydoll type top, *over* a hot pink tank top, with a leaf green bead necklace. I wish I had access to the security tapes, so I could have gotten a still and shown you.

I also worked with a girl that always wore 2 different socks. Every. Day. She says her feet feel weird when her socks match. I love this place!

Then I get the great, "OMG! I wish I had thought of that!" people. Again, in the summer months, a guy wearing a "wife beater" because we require shirts, so he keeps it in the car for when he needs to go into a store. He had the greatest tattoo! "Just sick of it all" Yep, he works in retail. (:

I love working in the gas station, 3 hours, gone, never even knew they were there! Yay!

Scary customer.

SC~ I'd like $25 in regular please.

Me~ Sure, but you choose the grade, I just apply the money to the pump. 8~D (vapid empty smile) So, where are we applying it?

(note, we have a monitor that shows our pumps, but nothing else)

SC~ Don't you see my car?

Me~ ummmm- I don't know what your car looks like. Could you describe it?

SC~ I's the small one, and it's all by itself out there.

(note again, all pumps are full, with a couple that have a second car in line)

Me~ Okay, what color?

SC~ It's red.

(Not one small red car, just one large red pickup)

Me~ I don't see it out there, are you sure you're at a pump?

SC~ Well, I'm by the gas.

Me~ ?! I'm sorry? What do you mean "By the gas"?

SC~ You know the gas in the cage, *looking worried now* Can't you see my car?

Me~ Where exactly is your car ma'am?

SC~*pointing to the rear of the store* Out there!

The customer was parked next to the canister propane cage, behind the store! I don't know what she expected, but she really believed I could see through the wall to where she was parked, and I guess the gas would magically pass from a gas pump to her tank! These people are out on those streets! *shudder*

And one of my favorites

My mom watches the kids while I'm working, and Sundays she often likes to get out of the house, and if they're downtown, they come in to the store for a few things, and to tell me either their plans, or what they've done already. This was before lunch, so we were just chatting, when all of a sudden, the boys start pacing the store, and I noticed they were leaning a bit toward my mom as they passed. The rest of my customers had filed out, and now I could hear them, each boy, as he passed my mom, would whisper, ever so quietly, "Friendlys". LOL! They were trying to subliminally get her to take them to Friendlys for lunch.

Have a great week everyone, and as usual;

Thanks for Noticing me!

*NOT* Tuesday

Okay, okay... I know it's not Tuesday (Wednesday?), but I just need to point out how well I've twisted my kids.

Son #2 has a huge project for his English class, to write a report on every aspect of a famous activist. We managed, in the beginning, to find what subject of activism he wanted to find a fighter for. He chose animals. (Good boy! Light o' my life!)

SO, off to the internets we went. Nice general google search... Animal activists. Nothin. He wanted nothing to do with anyone that popped up. Famous actors, zoologists, scientists. Nothin. And then I remembered a little known book on animal conservation, that is one of the joys of my now pitiful book collection.

"Last Chance to See" By Douglas Adams

I love D.A. I think when he died, a part of the Earths heart died too. One of the best parts. Intelligent humor, passionate beliefs, and a way of making you want to "think about it" instead of one of those that get annoyed at you for not seeing things their way only. No one else could make you see such a sad condition in the world, and make you want to smile and say, "Oh, well, we can make this okay then."

So, I told son #2 to get the book off the shelf and open it to any page, and read any paragraph and tell me if he thought he could work with it. He said,

"This book? It's by [D.A.]! That's the guy that did "Hitchikers Guide" right? THAT'S who I want to do my report on!" He was just waiting for a name he knew, but now, he's all into it.

Then we have son #1, who would never admit it, but is almost as into scifi as I am. He's a teenager now, may all the LG&G help me! I think he got tired of low flying planes and decided to show them what he thought of them.

It's a penis. Stamped out into a pattern on the snow.

Ahhhh, Teenagers.

That's it for our special edition post, tune in later in the week for some Top tomfoolery!

Thanks for Noticing me!