I work the overnight shift in a gas station/pizza/sub joint. Being one of two open overnight food venues in town, we definitely get the wierdos. The other Saturday night/Sunday morning took the cake, though. The crazy just kept coming.
( Because wtf's happen in fours....Collapse )A customer, who I will call Morning After Lady (MAL), came up to the register with one of our pharmacy lockboxes (where we put small, expensive, and very stealable things to ensure they don't walk out of the store). The Cashier, S, needed my magnetic key to open the box, which is perfectly normal and routine, but somewhere between when she put in the call for a supervisor and when I got there, something went down. S, a seasoned and chill cashier, was staring at the customer with a look that varied between horrified and nauseous. Then the following exchange happened.
Me: What's up, S?
S: *blankly hands me the lockbox* Um...can we sell this to her?
MAL: *rolls her eyes and huffs*
Me: *looks at box, containing one Plan B morning-after pill* (sensing this is going somewhere uncomfortable for everyone, I ask) Why would we not sell this to the customer?
MAL: *taps foot* Can we hurry this up? Who knows how long puppies take to incubate!
Me: ...
S: *looks askingly* She wants this for her dog. Her dog got out and might be pregnant, so she wants to give it to her dog.
Me: *nearly has a heart attack*