Uneventful? Yeah, Right.

So it was a Monday night. Now, back in the day *cough cough*, we used to never have anyone on Monday nights. But, these days, the crowd is pretty continual. But you know what that means: with more people comes the crazies.

I love this customer/cashier interaction:
 Customer: Are you part redneck?
 Cashier (aka myself): I’m sorry? [I've been told I have the most northern accent of anyone.]
 Customer: I mean, you just don’t seem normal.
 Cashier (aka myself): In what way? [Besides isn't that offensive?]
 Customer: Like you carry a wallet, not a purse.
 I assured him I was not a redneck, that I simply enjoyed carrying a wallet rather than a purse, because I’m cool like that.

Some moms just crack me up.
Daughter: Mom, look!!
Mom: Yeah, that’s all you can do: look at it.

My Mess Up
 So there I was, no people in the store. I’m happily stocking away, when I hear one of our smelling wall things drop. I hear some stuff below it hit the ground, and I sigh. About ten seconds later, I hear the glug, glug, glug. I look down, and between my feet is a large bottle of hardwood floor cleaner spilling all over the carpet. Yeah, that was fun to clean.

And Then, There’s The Just Plain Stupid
 Background Info: It is 20 degrees outside, and it’s been snowing.
 *carts roll by outside*
 Customer: Wow, is it raining outside?