Usually I don't listen in on other people's conversations and that is because I am not interested; however, sometimes my ear catches a conversation and it's normally a not so pleasant conversation. As a matter of fact, this lady wasn't even talking low. She was yelling through out the laundromat. Well not yelling but talking loud.
First off she kept pointing out to me that the laundromat is like a party because of the massive amount of people (at that point, there must have been over 25 people in the laundromat) that are washing and waiting for washers as well as dryers. I kept telling her "oh yeah yeah" with a nod a smile. Bitch, I am busy. Back off! >:O
After telling five or six times that it seems as if there was a party, she went to the dryers and left me alone. After 45 minutes I hear "It kills off the sperm and then they no get to have babies"... those were the exact words. Trying to hide my smirk and inner laughter, with a serious face I ask "what kills sperm?" and she said "the radiation from the cell phones". I asked her how it was possible when it can't be possible at all! She said "well when the men put the phone by their hip, the radiation gives off and kills the sperm and then you can't get pregnant and have babies!" I assured her that such information is not true (if it is true, then excuse me...). She continued to rant and she added "you better remove that phone from your pocket there or no babies for you eitha!" I told her "um... okies... I should be fine but thank you for your concern."
She said "well I watched it on t.v too so it might not be true."
She left. I laughed. A guy came up to me and told me "she started with me first. I'm never going to have babies" I told him "Adopt a child but make sure the brain cells are intact!"
He laughed. I laughed. Then I wanted to cry because it was still on 3P.M.
Oh! Down below are two separate posts! One about a Diva and another about a cranky Russian!
There are more stories to type but I will get to that tomorrow! I have to jet!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
STARSHMUCKS LADY
Starshmuck is my way of saying "Starbucks". I will admit, I am not a fan of Starbucks but if there isn't a Dunkin Donuts around for a tea, I will result to the Seattle Coffee House also known as Starshmucks. Think about it... there is a Starshmucks on every friggin corner! Yo, Dunkin Donuts, I think you need to step up here!
With that being clear, this lady dressed in business clothes, walks in with her nose stuck up in the air holding a flashy bag, a Starshmucks extra large cup, and an Ikea plastic bag (the ones that sell for 59 cents or something) acting as if there is a red carpet event going on in my laundromat. Who thought! An Ikea plastic bag is the new Coach Laundry Bag. -head to desk-
Normally I don't have any problems with her but I secretly mock her whenever she walks around like she is the bomb. (Oh snap! I went old school and said "the bomb"). She put her laundry in the washer and she came up to me and complained that the washer isn't working. Without a word, I silently walked to her washer and turned the handle. It magically worked! I turned around and walked back to my counter without saying "you're welcome." I am exhausted... I have a right to not say anything, especially when stupidity and lack of competence is present.
Dryer time!
She places her clothes in the dryer and I spot out that she left her dryer on the warm option. I didn't say anything. I assumed she wanted it that way since she is obviously weird. Of course she wasn't present when I spotted this as well and I could have easily changed the option but I didn't.
She comes back thirty minutes later and she stated that her dryer is broken because she had her clothes in there for 40 minutes and her clothes were not dry. I told her that I saw it on warm but I didn't change it. She said that she was 110% sure that she had it on hot. I argued with her and pointed out the obvious "Ma'am, the dryer is working because no one else complained about it. If you put your hand on the metal piece, it is slightly warm. You had it on the warm temperature"... She said "No, no! It was on hot!" She got an attitude with me and I was planning on proving her and her Starshmucks drink wrong!
I will be honest with you though... when I walked away with the attitude that I was right and she was wrong, I was hoping that I don't get proved wrong and I come out as the ass... haha! What? I'm sure all of you get that way at times!
So when I walked back with the quarter to put in the dryer and put it on hot, I told her "I'll be back in two minutes to check the temperature." I go back in two minutes and the dryer door is HOT! I told her to put her hand on the dryer and showed her that she made the mistake. I stuck around for the apology. After a couple of seconds, she said it... with her head down too! haha! BITCH! I WIN!
On her way out, she was walking as if she were on the runway. I should have told her "don't walk that way... your butt and muffin top are wobbling!" Instead I just laughed at her... she didn't notice. Not that I wanted her to -whistles- but hey... I WIN!
Also, there is a blog below from today as well! Read on about the Cranky Russian!!!
With that being clear, this lady dressed in business clothes, walks in with her nose stuck up in the air holding a flashy bag, a Starshmucks extra large cup, and an Ikea plastic bag (the ones that sell for 59 cents or something) acting as if there is a red carpet event going on in my laundromat. Who thought! An Ikea plastic bag is the new Coach Laundry Bag. -head to desk-
Normally I don't have any problems with her but I secretly mock her whenever she walks around like she is the bomb. (Oh snap! I went old school and said "the bomb"). She put her laundry in the washer and she came up to me and complained that the washer isn't working. Without a word, I silently walked to her washer and turned the handle. It magically worked! I turned around and walked back to my counter without saying "you're welcome." I am exhausted... I have a right to not say anything, especially when stupidity and lack of competence is present.
Dryer time!
She places her clothes in the dryer and I spot out that she left her dryer on the warm option. I didn't say anything. I assumed she wanted it that way since she is obviously weird. Of course she wasn't present when I spotted this as well and I could have easily changed the option but I didn't.
She comes back thirty minutes later and she stated that her dryer is broken because she had her clothes in there for 40 minutes and her clothes were not dry. I told her that I saw it on warm but I didn't change it. She said that she was 110% sure that she had it on hot. I argued with her and pointed out the obvious "Ma'am, the dryer is working because no one else complained about it. If you put your hand on the metal piece, it is slightly warm. You had it on the warm temperature"... She said "No, no! It was on hot!" She got an attitude with me and I was planning on proving her and her Starshmucks drink wrong!
I will be honest with you though... when I walked away with the attitude that I was right and she was wrong, I was hoping that I don't get proved wrong and I come out as the ass... haha! What? I'm sure all of you get that way at times!
So when I walked back with the quarter to put in the dryer and put it on hot, I told her "I'll be back in two minutes to check the temperature." I go back in two minutes and the dryer door is HOT! I told her to put her hand on the dryer and showed her that she made the mistake. I stuck around for the apology. After a couple of seconds, she said it... with her head down too! haha! BITCH! I WIN!
On her way out, she was walking as if she were on the runway. I should have told her "don't walk that way... your butt and muffin top are wobbling!" Instead I just laughed at her... she didn't notice. Not that I wanted her to -whistles- but hey... I WIN!
Also, there is a blog below from today as well! Read on about the Cranky Russian!!!
CRANKY RUSSIAN
Today we opened up to a New Year with the same stupid customers. As a matter of fact, there were more because the other laundromat is closed. I am going to divide up the stories in different posts so make sure you look down below for more! This is to make it easier for you guys to read and not make the entry seem as a thesis. Here goes...
Today is a busy day. Busy to the point where people waited for 15 minutes to get washers and 10 minutes for dryers. Of course I accommodated all of them by making a line and seeing how many washers each person needed. When I thought it died down and bit because 6 washers were empty, I was wrong (hey new year type person... I asked you in the letter to allow my predictions to be correct!). A Russian guy in his 60's, tall with white hair came in with two big bags in a blue cart. I knew he was bad business because his face looked angry but I just continued to fold a drop off. My co-worker was at the counter taking care of the customers waiting in a line for change, soap, and to drop off clothes. The old guy took up six of the washers and another customer came in and pointed asked the Russian "are you using all of them?" and this is how the dialogue went:
Calm Customer (CC): Are you using all of them?
Russian Old Guy (ROG): -in an angry voice- YES!
CC: Well, could you at least let me use one of them?
ROG: YOU WANT ME TO BE HERE ALL DAY? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? I WAS HERE FIRST THEY ARE MINE!
So I went over to ROG and informed him that I will be removing clothes from one of the washers so he can use it. The gentleman man thanks me and whispers to me "a nut case he is". I nodded. Another customer came and she was asking for three washers. I asked her to wait for four minutes so the washers can end their cycle and I pull them out. She happily agreed and told me to take my time. Then this happened
ROG: I NEED WASHER!
Me: Well I'm accommodating these people first. If you would like you can use a bigger one.
ROG: Use bigger one? Who gonna pay for it?
Me: Well, not me but it is your choice. You will have to wait.
ROG: I will not wait for three hours for a machine.
Me: Listen mister, I'm not asking you to wait for three hours. Give me a minute and I will get to you!
ROG: What am I supposed to do?
(I felt like telling him that he should go to the bathroom and scratch his balls)
Me: WAIT!
ROG: Well I need now! I can't wait. I busy person.
Me: Look, I asked you to wait, I need to accommodate these people. Your attitude is not appreciated.
ROG: My attitude is not appreciated? *laughs*
Me: No, its not so cool it!
ROG: Ok ok we will see.
Me: -mummbles- my ass you will.
I took my sweet time considering the fact that I had been at it with emptying washers and dryers along with folding so yeah, his ass could wait. When I finally gave him a washer, he was all nice to me until he sarcastically said "thank you" to which I replied "you are not welcome".
The moron also had problems with the sink. He was ranting to me that it wasn't working. I thought that this might be happening because Murphy's Law likes to be a bitch to me but it was working. He said that I magically did something to it and I told him "yes. I used my brain cells and made a sink function. Just amazing." That is when my crankiness kicked in. Soon after he left me alone until it came time for the dryers. He demanded that I tell other people to remove their clothes so he could use the top ones. Of course I told him that it was not possible since people ARE using the dryers and he could use the empty ones. He started with his three hour crap again. This time, I did not respond to him. I just turned around and walked away. He came to the counter and I made a sign with the counterfeit marker that said "out for 5 minutes, go to the other side" My co-worker took care of him and when she came back, she asked if she could borrow my sign. I told her "no". I love my sign -hugs sign-
He then came asking for the bathroom key and I get this from him "you know, I have to use the bathroom. I need newspaper"... I gave him a *wtf* look and figured he was kidding.... I think he was... I ignored his comment then.... I should change the tittle of this blog from "Cranky Russian" to "Dirty Old Man Russian"... WHY DO I FUCKIN GET STUCK WITH THE WEIRDOS?
In the end, he was leaving and he said "you know, I have to walk for 15 minutes and I need to use the bathroom" I asked him why he was asking me and he said "I need your permission, no?" I wonder if I scared him off....
People around me were comforting me and asking me why so many washers were going... I pointed to the old man all the time and added "because people need to do wash?" -sigh-
Fuck my Life.
Also a friend of mine within a game (we will call him Prae) suggested that I shouldn't kill anyone. Good call buddy. I was close to smashing someone's head into a washer and then force feeding them quarters...
Today is a busy day. Busy to the point where people waited for 15 minutes to get washers and 10 minutes for dryers. Of course I accommodated all of them by making a line and seeing how many washers each person needed. When I thought it died down and bit because 6 washers were empty, I was wrong (hey new year type person... I asked you in the letter to allow my predictions to be correct!). A Russian guy in his 60's, tall with white hair came in with two big bags in a blue cart. I knew he was bad business because his face looked angry but I just continued to fold a drop off. My co-worker was at the counter taking care of the customers waiting in a line for change, soap, and to drop off clothes. The old guy took up six of the washers and another customer came in and pointed asked the Russian "are you using all of them?" and this is how the dialogue went:
Calm Customer (CC): Are you using all of them?
Russian Old Guy (ROG): -in an angry voice- YES!
CC: Well, could you at least let me use one of them?
ROG: YOU WANT ME TO BE HERE ALL DAY? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? I WAS HERE FIRST THEY ARE MINE!
So I went over to ROG and informed him that I will be removing clothes from one of the washers so he can use it. The gentleman man thanks me and whispers to me "a nut case he is". I nodded. Another customer came and she was asking for three washers. I asked her to wait for four minutes so the washers can end their cycle and I pull them out. She happily agreed and told me to take my time. Then this happened
ROG: I NEED WASHER!
Me: Well I'm accommodating these people first. If you would like you can use a bigger one.
ROG: Use bigger one? Who gonna pay for it?
Me: Well, not me but it is your choice. You will have to wait.
ROG: I will not wait for three hours for a machine.
Me: Listen mister, I'm not asking you to wait for three hours. Give me a minute and I will get to you!
ROG: What am I supposed to do?
(I felt like telling him that he should go to the bathroom and scratch his balls)
Me: WAIT!
ROG: Well I need now! I can't wait. I busy person.
Me: Look, I asked you to wait, I need to accommodate these people. Your attitude is not appreciated.
ROG: My attitude is not appreciated? *laughs*
Me: No, its not so cool it!
ROG: Ok ok we will see.
Me: -mummbles- my ass you will.
I took my sweet time considering the fact that I had been at it with emptying washers and dryers along with folding so yeah, his ass could wait. When I finally gave him a washer, he was all nice to me until he sarcastically said "thank you" to which I replied "you are not welcome".
The moron also had problems with the sink. He was ranting to me that it wasn't working. I thought that this might be happening because Murphy's Law likes to be a bitch to me but it was working. He said that I magically did something to it and I told him "yes. I used my brain cells and made a sink function. Just amazing." That is when my crankiness kicked in. Soon after he left me alone until it came time for the dryers. He demanded that I tell other people to remove their clothes so he could use the top ones. Of course I told him that it was not possible since people ARE using the dryers and he could use the empty ones. He started with his three hour crap again. This time, I did not respond to him. I just turned around and walked away. He came to the counter and I made a sign with the counterfeit marker that said "out for 5 minutes, go to the other side" My co-worker took care of him and when she came back, she asked if she could borrow my sign. I told her "no". I love my sign -hugs sign-
He then came asking for the bathroom key and I get this from him "you know, I have to use the bathroom. I need newspaper"... I gave him a *wtf* look and figured he was kidding.... I think he was... I ignored his comment then.... I should change the tittle of this blog from "Cranky Russian" to "Dirty Old Man Russian"... WHY DO I FUCKIN GET STUCK WITH THE WEIRDOS?
In the end, he was leaving and he said "you know, I have to walk for 15 minutes and I need to use the bathroom" I asked him why he was asking me and he said "I need your permission, no?" I wonder if I scared him off....
People around me were comforting me and asking me why so many washers were going... I pointed to the old man all the time and added "because people need to do wash?" -sigh-
Fuck my Life.
Also a friend of mine within a game (we will call him Prae) suggested that I shouldn't kill anyone. Good call buddy. I was close to smashing someone's head into a washer and then force feeding them quarters...
Friday, January 1, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
HEY!
Since I provide you guys with laughter and entertainment due to my misery, I would like it if you could take the time and tell me what you think about this blog AND what your favorite story was so far.
I know for a month I did not post but real life got in the way. I will make sure that does NOT happen again in 2010 and if it does, I will keep you guys (my readers and new comers) posted.
Let me know what you think and what your favorite story is =) It would be greatly appreciated =D
HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!
P.S. The post down under is a letter to the New Year!
I know for a month I did not post but real life got in the way. I will make sure that does NOT happen again in 2010 and if it does, I will keep you guys (my readers and new comers) posted.
Let me know what you think and what your favorite story is =) It would be greatly appreciated =D
HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!
P.S. The post down under is a letter to the New Year!
DEAR NEW YEAR
Dear Sir/Ma'am New Year,
First of all, I would like to point out that within the past decade, I have met people, fought with people, and became great friends with some of these people. I have fallen into relationships which could not be described and I have wisened up on what I want. For that, I thank you for not killing me (after all the close encounters and self-accomplished incidents/accidents) so I can live and learn throughout the ten years. I close a chapter in my life when a decade ends and/or when something happens and I want it behind me. After today, this chapter will be closed and a new one will open. Of course, I have a couple of requests from your New Year... I doubt it will change, but what the hell, a person can dream... right? With that being said, enough babling and lets get right down to business.
First off, the laundromat. Being that it is a new year and a new decade, knock some effin sense into people. I know it is hard to do that with over one million stupid people in this world, but try aiming for at least three quarters of them. It would help. While you are at, implant an imaginary hearing aid for people so they can listen to me when I say "don't sit on that!" or "stop banging my machines". It would be nice if you knocked some sense into my co-workers and owners as well.
See, I am NOT asking for much for the coming new year. I am just asking for two or three things because when someone has common sense, then they wouldn't do all the other stupid shit that they do... like praising a child for sticking playdough into the washer coin slot... or people asking me what the difference is between the soaps and the services we provide.
With that being said, GIVE SOME OF THESE STUPID PEOPLE A BRAIN OR A COUPLE OF BRAIN CELLS SO I CAN SAVE MY FRIGGIN SANITY!
Sincerely,
Little Laundy Girl
P.S. If you don't give this to me, I will kill one of these douche bag customers one of these days and I will plead insanity because I will be blaming it on you! Don't tempt me New YeaR! -breathes- Okies, maybe not kill... but maybe verbally hurt them? That works too...
First of all, I would like to point out that within the past decade, I have met people, fought with people, and became great friends with some of these people. I have fallen into relationships which could not be described and I have wisened up on what I want. For that, I thank you for not killing me (after all the close encounters and self-accomplished incidents/accidents) so I can live and learn throughout the ten years. I close a chapter in my life when a decade ends and/or when something happens and I want it behind me. After today, this chapter will be closed and a new one will open. Of course, I have a couple of requests from your New Year... I doubt it will change, but what the hell, a person can dream... right? With that being said, enough babling and lets get right down to business.
First off, the laundromat. Being that it is a new year and a new decade, knock some effin sense into people. I know it is hard to do that with over one million stupid people in this world, but try aiming for at least three quarters of them. It would help. While you are at, implant an imaginary hearing aid for people so they can listen to me when I say "don't sit on that!" or "stop banging my machines". It would be nice if you knocked some sense into my co-workers and owners as well.
See, I am NOT asking for much for the coming new year. I am just asking for two or three things because when someone has common sense, then they wouldn't do all the other stupid shit that they do... like praising a child for sticking playdough into the washer coin slot... or people asking me what the difference is between the soaps and the services we provide.
With that being said, GIVE SOME OF THESE STUPID PEOPLE A BRAIN OR A COUPLE OF BRAIN CELLS SO I CAN SAVE MY FRIGGIN SANITY!
Sincerely,
Little Laundy Girl
P.S. If you don't give this to me, I will kill one of these douche bag customers one of these days and I will plead insanity because I will be blaming it on you! Don't tempt me New YeaR! -breathes- Okies, maybe not kill... but maybe verbally hurt them? That works too...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
MOMMY! IM A BIG KID!
Karma is hating me lately. Normally I have good karma. Maybe it isn't karma and just shitty luck. OR I am a magnet for these people. Maybe all of the above? I want to go into the fitting room, cover my head with some random towel, cry, and make believe that I am on an island owned by me. You guys are probably thinking that I am over exaggerating but removing play dough from a coin slot is serious business... especially when you have other morons hovering around the counter acting like they need something.
Play dough in a coin slot is something new to happen to me. The kid put a quarter to the dough to get a print on it and decided to put it in the slot. The kid thought that it was real currency. The mother praised the child and I scolded the mother. If you picture it, the mother should scold the child and I ignore the mother but the scolding and praising worked the other way. I spent 2o minutes cleaning out the fuckin dough... I hope the kid creates a donut and chokes on it... That is a mean remark but really, after a long day I am allowed to make such statements. I pointed out to the mother several times what her child did and many times I let out a heavy sigh. Every time I sighed she told her kid "its okay, it was clever for you to try it out. It is trial and error." I felt like telling the damn bitch "so if I kick you in the ass and I THINK you wouldn't fall face down but you do, that would be trial and error right?" But alas, I did not. I kept thinking *patience is virtue and in the end, it will be worth it*; however, my patience was being tested today by customers, co-workers, and family. Oh and after I cleaned out that gunk, I go over to the kid, get on one knee and tell him "what you did, was not nice and you could have damaged the machine. Don't do it again." The mother now scolded me... I should google a parenting class for her....
Next up!
All day customers were hovering over the counter and looking at the items (which is soap) that we sell. I would ask them "may I help you?" and they would say "no, I'm just looking." EXCUSE ME PEOPLE! THIS ISN'T WINDOW SHOPPING OR WINDOW DECORATIONS! IT'S FUCKIN TIDE!!! TIDE!!! THE CRAP THAT YOU PUT IN YOUR DAMN CLOTHES!!! What else can you possibly be looking at?! Half way through the day, I did take a walk to the other side of the counter and took a look to, to see what these people are looking at. Just as I suspected... IT IS TIDE! JUST LIKE LAST WEEK, LAST MONTH, AND EVERY OTHER DAMN YEAR WE HAVE SOLD THIS STUFF! After a couple of customers doing this, I questioned this one lady. She is a nice lady with an old fashioned mentality so I was being nice to her. Nice people deserve niceness -nods- So when I questioned if she needed something, she said "oh I'm just looking." I questioned further "what are you looking at?" and she said "the soaps". I was still confused so I questioned further... "what about the soaps?" and she replied "I'm trying to see if they are all the same and if there is a difference between any of them." Trying to remain calm and not break brain cells, I said "but we only sell Tide. That is the only non-chlorine detergent we sell... everything else with the exclusion of Clorox 2, will stain your clothes." She said "So Tide and Clorox 2 are the same"... "No ma'am, they are different... C2 is bleach for colors, you can add that in with the Tide if you want." She just stood there. I asked her if she wanted any of it and she just said that she was still looking -face roll- WHY!?!?!?!?
From that I learned to not ask them if they want anything and to just leave them there until they ask for something.
THEN I had a customer ask me for a ten and two fives. I gave him exactly that and he was arguing that I stiffed him on a five dollar bill. I was pointing out that he had a ten dollar bill in hand as well as two fives... after 5 minutes, his wife comes over and she agrees with me. He started to apologize to me and offered me a drink to which I replied very fast "NO!"
... I am terrified of my customers buying me beverages now... why? Well, sometimes they lead to questions such as "will you marry me?" or "do you want a boyfriend?" and "want to web chat?" -cries-
As for family, I went to pick up an uncle and he just wouldn't shut the hell up! My dad and I would just ignore his questions sometimes but his mouth would still go 100mph! GAH! If it is karma, DAMN YOU!
Play dough in a coin slot is something new to happen to me. The kid put a quarter to the dough to get a print on it and decided to put it in the slot. The kid thought that it was real currency. The mother praised the child and I scolded the mother. If you picture it, the mother should scold the child and I ignore the mother but the scolding and praising worked the other way. I spent 2o minutes cleaning out the fuckin dough... I hope the kid creates a donut and chokes on it... That is a mean remark but really, after a long day I am allowed to make such statements. I pointed out to the mother several times what her child did and many times I let out a heavy sigh. Every time I sighed she told her kid "its okay, it was clever for you to try it out. It is trial and error." I felt like telling the damn bitch "so if I kick you in the ass and I THINK you wouldn't fall face down but you do, that would be trial and error right?" But alas, I did not. I kept thinking *patience is virtue and in the end, it will be worth it*; however, my patience was being tested today by customers, co-workers, and family. Oh and after I cleaned out that gunk, I go over to the kid, get on one knee and tell him "what you did, was not nice and you could have damaged the machine. Don't do it again." The mother now scolded me... I should google a parenting class for her....
Next up!
All day customers were hovering over the counter and looking at the items (which is soap) that we sell. I would ask them "may I help you?" and they would say "no, I'm just looking." EXCUSE ME PEOPLE! THIS ISN'T WINDOW SHOPPING OR WINDOW DECORATIONS! IT'S FUCKIN TIDE!!! TIDE!!! THE CRAP THAT YOU PUT IN YOUR DAMN CLOTHES!!! What else can you possibly be looking at?! Half way through the day, I did take a walk to the other side of the counter and took a look to, to see what these people are looking at. Just as I suspected... IT IS TIDE! JUST LIKE LAST WEEK, LAST MONTH, AND EVERY OTHER DAMN YEAR WE HAVE SOLD THIS STUFF! After a couple of customers doing this, I questioned this one lady. She is a nice lady with an old fashioned mentality so I was being nice to her. Nice people deserve niceness -nods- So when I questioned if she needed something, she said "oh I'm just looking." I questioned further "what are you looking at?" and she said "the soaps". I was still confused so I questioned further... "what about the soaps?" and she replied "I'm trying to see if they are all the same and if there is a difference between any of them." Trying to remain calm and not break brain cells, I said "but we only sell Tide. That is the only non-chlorine detergent we sell... everything else with the exclusion of Clorox 2, will stain your clothes." She said "So Tide and Clorox 2 are the same"... "No ma'am, they are different... C2 is bleach for colors, you can add that in with the Tide if you want." She just stood there. I asked her if she wanted any of it and she just said that she was still looking -face roll- WHY!?!?!?!?
From that I learned to not ask them if they want anything and to just leave them there until they ask for something.
THEN I had a customer ask me for a ten and two fives. I gave him exactly that and he was arguing that I stiffed him on a five dollar bill. I was pointing out that he had a ten dollar bill in hand as well as two fives... after 5 minutes, his wife comes over and she agrees with me. He started to apologize to me and offered me a drink to which I replied very fast "NO!"
... I am terrified of my customers buying me beverages now... why? Well, sometimes they lead to questions such as "will you marry me?" or "do you want a boyfriend?" and "want to web chat?" -cries-
As for family, I went to pick up an uncle and he just wouldn't shut the hell up! My dad and I would just ignore his questions sometimes but his mouth would still go 100mph! GAH! If it is karma, DAMN YOU!
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