On the weekends, I tend to work in the liquor section of the store. Yes, we card everyone (no matter how old they are), and yes we card everyone in the group (especially if you look about 12).
Anyways, one of our regulars is Rodney. He kind of looks like this:
Yet, he is about 20 years older and has a walker. Our managers know that the clear liquid in his water bottle is anything but water, but they also know that this man has no want to get behind the wheel of a car... hence the walker he uses.
Well, Rodney, the badass man that he is introduces us to all the customers as his gfs... and then refers to us in raunchy, inappropriate ways, that I would not like to share on here because it kind of grosses me out, yet it's hilarious haha.
Each week, though, we might not see him, so we get a little scared. He's a frail man, with a heart of gold and a gut of vodka. When he returns a week later, we tell him that we were worried and were looking for him in the obituaries. He just usually laughs, except for the last time:
Apparantly, he went out with some buddies, got too hammered to know where he was walking, and ended up in a lake or lagoon of some sort!! Now this wasn't funny, yet he made us smile to know that he survived.
Not many customers get to know your name and have fun joking around with you, but whenever Rodney walks through those doors we know that a good time is about to occur.
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