A peek inside..

Apologies to everyone for my lazy blogging of late! I've been suffering a bout of blogger's block and general bloggy unworthiness! (see previous post for evidence of my feeling a tad sorry for myself and looking for attention..) But! I'm back with my latest attempt at being mildly amusing and entertaining...all together now..yay! *cough*

I've decided to 'profile' some of my more regular regular customers. Merely because I think if I have to suffer them, you all should too. Fair is fair and all that jazz!

Ok..so here goes!

Needless to say (even though I will anyway), we get quite a few alcoholics, and people a bit overly fond of the aul drink in the shop. Most of them are fine, they get their drink and go. But there's two that stick out..

Quiet Drunk Man

This guy has been around since I was a tiny tot. He always scared me a bit, with his beardy ways (beards freak me out). But he's actually really nice. He comes in to get his drink, every day, but I think it's more than that. He always seems just that little bit too happy to see you, and always stays a little bit too long, and I often wonder is his chat with us at the till the height of his social interaction for the day? It saddens me to think that it could be, and makes me feel very guilty when I'm irritated by him...if this was a sad blog, I'd go into it, but it's not, so moving swiftly on!

Loud Drunk Man

This person is the complete opposite of Q.D.M. He's loud, rude, and abrasive! I dread seeing him, he makes the other customers uncomfortable, and I don't have the patience to be listening to his crap! I dislike him immensely, and my tactic is to just ignore him and let him rant. It's working so far. Let's just hope karma doesn't see me getting a bottle of Tesco Finest vodka over the head for not listening to him. Knowing my luck....

Fergal

It's hard to put into words how very irritating this man is! (I don't know if Fergal is his actual name, but it's what we call him..)
I'm convinced his sole purpose in life is to be an annoying pleb. He hands each item to be scanned very slooowwwlllyyy..and still complains that you're going too fast. He needs a price update after each item. And he makes you pack his bag as you go because he gets "terribly flustered". And he bakes broccoli.
Add to the mix a giggly queue of astounded customers behind him, and ME (a giggly fecker at the best of times)..and you don't get the best outcome.
He should just go back to Planet Pleb (and bring his backed broccoli with him!!)

And last but not least...

Smelly Bag Man

Something to be..ehm...smelled...to be believed really. Let me start by saying, he's a lovely old guy. But dear god....he smells so bad. Customers usually have a varying degree of smelliness but this brings tears to your eyes.
And he has smelly old bags. That smell of old cat wee and public toilets. That he makes you pack. While he stands there being all smelly...ugh...I feel queasy now...gag!!


I think that's it on the customer front! I'm sure there's more but I can't think of them right now. So you see mes amis...it's not so easy being a checkout queen!

In other news, I'm still being harassed by my boss. She's still changing rosters and not telling people, and still being mean to my friends in there. To the extent that one of them is currently out sick, largely due to the stress of having my boss as a boss. Lovely, huh?

I've befriended a security man (not just a random security man, he does actually work with me!)...and have almost been in the place for 3 months! Hip hip hooray and whatnot!

So smiles and happiness all around!