i know what you mean about appreciating sane people. there are some 'not so stable' people at starbucks all the time last weekend - the homless man who sits by the window all the time left his stuff for a while and then came back - but the granny who preaches to the other customers sat at his table - all we could do was stand behind the counter and hope they wouldn't start a fight when he came back - only he laughed - in his gruff hazy eyed way.
Re: lovin' the sanitymupiterMarch 25 2006, 03:59:41 UTC
Yeah, insanity doesn't seem too cool.
The other day I was walking on Dresden Row, and a woman asked me for change, so I gave her some... then she pointed to the person in front of me (who had refused to give her change), and we had the following interchange:
woman (confidentially): that's a transsexual person there. me (baffled): what? woman (grinning, with malice): that's a transformed bisexual. don't tell anyone.
She was saying it like the person was some sort of danger to society and she was letting me in on the big secret. Like my reward for giving her some money was to be "warned" about the person walking in front of me.
Yeah, they are... they have tags on them that read "Twice Toted: Handbags & Accessories". They might not be the ones you're thinking of, though, because we also carry a bunch of shoulder bags made of used material that are more generic (they use the same pattern for all of them, whereas I make shit up as I go) and are bigger, rounder and, in my opinion, somewhat frumpier.
The only one of mine left now is made of denim and flannel (the ones that sold were mostly courderoy; one was grey and one was burgundy). I don't really like it (it's actually somewhat frumpier than the aforementioned frumpy bags), but maybe somebody will.
I hate those white pants, especially the semi-transparent ones.
As for retail.. at work I get some real gems. One time a guy asked one of the cashiers if he needed batteries for Norton Antivirus... and refused to believe her when she told him "no".
Today I was searching for sticky-tack under the counter, and when I stood up, I almost whacked right into some woman who was using the big mirror behind the counter to try on necklaces. Our behind-the-counter area is clearly for staff only; there's no ambiguity there (and it's not like she was just a little behind the counter... it's a LONG counter, and she was right smack in the middle of the behind-the-counter space). There are mirrors ALL OVER the store, but she just HAD to use that one. And she wouldn't leave! I was trying to ring in a sale, and we kept bumping into each other, but she just acted like she had no idea that she was a) in an out-of-bounds area and b) totally in my way.
It was pretty awkward. At least she ended up buying a necklace.
Yikes. I love when people take liberties like that.. someone came in and grabbed this big Harry Potter standee, said "I'm taking this, okay?" and started trying to walk away with it.
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there are some 'not so stable' people at starbucks all the time
last weekend - the homless man who sits by the window all the time left his stuff for a while and then came back - but the granny who preaches to the other customers sat at his table - all we could do was stand behind the counter and hope they wouldn't start a fight when he came back - only he laughed - in his gruff hazy eyed way.
good luck with the purses!
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The other day I was walking on Dresden Row, and a woman asked me for change, so I gave her some... then she pointed to the person in front of me (who had refused to give her change), and we had the following interchange:
woman (confidentially): that's a transsexual person there.
me (baffled): what?
woman (grinning, with malice): that's a transformed bisexual. don't tell anyone.
She was saying it like the person was some sort of danger to society and she was letting me in on the big secret. Like my reward for giving her some money was to be "warned" about the person walking in front of me.
I was not impressed.
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The only one of mine left now is made of denim and flannel (the ones that sold were mostly courderoy; one was grey and one was burgundy). I don't really like it (it's actually somewhat frumpier than the aforementioned frumpy bags), but maybe somebody will.
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As for retail.. at work I get some real gems. One time a guy asked one of the cashiers if he needed batteries for Norton Antivirus... and refused to believe her when she told him "no".
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Today I was searching for sticky-tack under the counter, and when I stood up, I almost whacked right into some woman who was using the big mirror behind the counter to try on necklaces. Our behind-the-counter area is clearly for staff only; there's no ambiguity there (and it's not like she was just a little behind the counter... it's a LONG counter, and she was right smack in the middle of the behind-the-counter space). There are mirrors ALL OVER the store, but she just HAD to use that one. And she wouldn't leave! I was trying to ring in a sale, and we kept bumping into each other, but she just acted like she had no idea that she was a) in an out-of-bounds area and b) totally in my way.
It was pretty awkward. At least she ended up buying a necklace.
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I love when people take liberties like that.. someone came in and grabbed this big Harry Potter standee, said "I'm taking this, okay?" and started trying to walk away with it.
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