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Osemab Kothari
I'm Just Ose
Join date: 13 Oct 2003
Posts: 110
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11-06-2005 17:10
Today, while ringing up the millionth customer in my lovely retail establishment <name withheld>, an older gentleman customer comes through my checkout lane. He begins to tell me that he is part of an organization, called DAMM. I was miffed, intrigued and apathetic at the same time. He told me it was Drunks Against Mad Mothers. Interesting, if not prompting the sobriety of the gentleman. Anyone else have stories about wierd or hilarious things fellow customers say?
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Mulch Ennui
15 Minutes are Over
Join date: 22 May 2005
Posts: 2,607
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11-06-2005 17:13
Today, while ringing up the millionth customer in my lovely retail establishment <name withheld>, an older gentleman customer comes through my checkout lane. He begins to tell me that he is part of an organization, called DAMM. I was miffed, intrigued and apathetic at the same time. He told me it was Drunks Against Mad Mothers. Interesting, if not prompting the sobriety of the gentleman. Anyone else have stories about wierd or hilarious things fellow customers say? It is easy to be confused about this, as DAMM seems to have taken their name from another popular group called DAM: Mothers Against Dyslexia _____________________
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Enabran Templar
Capitalist Pig
Join date: 26 Aug 2004
Posts: 4,506
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11-06-2005 17:21
My first hourly job, when I was 15, I worked as a bag boy in the supermarket.
I loved my job. My community had a decently large elderly population, it being in SW Florida. The old folks favored my supermarket in particular because it was clean and the corporate culture was one that emphasized friendliness and customer satisfaction. My customers were always fun to talk to and I learned a lot about how to help people with their needs and problems. (We weren't allowed to accept tips for bagging or for carrying out to the car. I even had a big pin that said "No Tipping, Please!" People still tried to tip me, and I turned them down, but many still stuffed a fiver into my apron. Nice folks!) Anyway, one day I was bagging for an unusually grumpy old fellow. He handed me a pair of canvas bags to put the groceries in. This wasn't unusual. Many prefered the sturdiness of canvas to plastic or even paper. However, as he handed me the bags, I was assaulted with a dreadful, deathly stench. I bagged in silence, attempting not to breathe more than I had to. What, I thought, could this guy possibly be keeping in these bags when not shopping with them? I finished out the order and the man gruffly snatched his bags and ran away. "What the heck was that all about," I asked my cashier. She just raised her eyebrows and nodded toward the walkway between the lanes where the man had been standing. There deposited was a fresh pile of liquid feces, with a light trail of the muck leading in the direction where the old man had exited. Top that one.  _____________________
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Dark Korvin
Player in the RL game
Join date: 13 Jun 2005
Posts: 769
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11-06-2005 17:24
Today, while ringing up the millionth customer in my lovely retail establishment <name withheld>, an older gentleman customer comes through my checkout lane. He begins to tell me that he is part of an organization, called DAMM. I was miffed, intrigued and apathetic at the same time. He told me it was Drunks Against Mad Mothers. Interesting, if not prompting the sobriety of the gentleman. Anyone else have stories about wierd or hilarious things fellow customers say? Typical SL conversation with a customer buying land goes like this: Turkey: Will you sell your land for 4000$L. Sparrow: Where is the land? Turkey: Sawyer Sparrow: *checks and finds land in Sawyer is 8192meters2* Sparrow: No, I have smaller land I will sell to you for that much though. Turkey: But I want 8192 meters. Sparrow: Well, I might be able to work out some deal, but I can't sell that cheap. Turkey: You don't understand, I only have 4000$L Sparrow: I can't sell land that cheap, I would lose money. Turkey: Well your going to lose money if you don't negotiate with your customers. Sparrow: Thank you, have a good day. Turkey: You suck. (Names have been changed to protect those innocent of cheese theft) |
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Arbel Vogel
Burstin' w/Fruit Flavor
Join date: 17 Oct 2004
Posts: 1,155
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11-06-2005 17:25
My first hourly job, when I was 15, I worked as a bag boy in the supermarket. I loved my job. My community had a decently large elderly population, it being in SW Florida. The old folks favored my supermarket in particular because it was clean and the corporate culture was one that emphasized friendliness and customer satisfaction. My customers were always fun to talk to and I learned a lot about how to help people with their needs and problems. (We weren't allowed to accept tips for bagging or for carrying out to the car. I even had a big pin that said "No Tipping, Please!" People still tried to tip me, and I turned them down, but many still stuffed a fiver into my apron. Nice folks!) Anyway, one day I was bagging for an unusually grumpy old fellow. He handed me a pair of canvas bags to put the groceries in. This wasn't unusual. Many prefered the sturdiness of canvas to plastic or even paper. However, as he handed me the bags, I was assaulted with a dreadful, deathly stench. I bagged in silence, attempting not to breathe more than I had to. What, I thought, could this guy possibly be keeping in these bags when not shopping with them? I finished out the order and the man gruffly snatched his bags and ran away. "What the heck was that all about," I asked my cashier. She just raised her eyebrows and nodded toward the walkway between the lanes where the man had been standing. There deposited was a fresh pile of liquid feces, with a light trail of the muck leading in the direction where the old man had exited. Top that one. We have a winner....blech! _____________________
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Memory Harker
Girl Anachronism
Join date: 17 Jun 2005
Posts: 393
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11-06-2005 17:25
Top that one. Ew. No, thank you. |