It’s Not My Music

Explain this one. He tells me that he does not listen to these types of bands. How than do they keep ending up in my Release Radar from Spotify.

Poison Talk Dirty to Me is the one I know and Love.

This is the one that began to play on my Release Radar this afternoon.

Where did I go wrong?

 

I Promise they Won’t Melt

Do y’all believe that I have the strangest customers?

I bet some might imagine that I am making some of my stories up but I so am not.

People are weird and I seem to meet them all.

I have also discovered that customers hunt me down when I am on the floor because

“You are the woman who knows everything.”

What a title to have when the everything you know is what grocery products you carry.

I hear that not only from customers but staff as well.

We have 1000’s of products and while I do not know every single one of them the vast majority I do.

I have a rather weird memory.

As a kid I played memory with cards all the time by myself.

Also played Trivial Pursuit left hand versus the right.

No one wanted to play with me ever as I always knew the really out there ones.

Playing with mom and brother usually ended with me winning and them always asking me how the hell I knew the answers.

Memory.

A wonderful thing when it works.

Mine does not always perform on command but it always has the answer.

Some days I just need a little more prodding.

We have fast hit our summer temps and have been having high humidity.

Some days are hot hot hot and others are temperate.

Yesterday was a temperate day.

Not hot not cold just right.

Not for me but others.

It was a dead day for me with a total of two orders both of which were for today.

I pre-pulled them for J today (the infamous J of the blown oven story) and spent the rest of the day helping out in the front.

It had been requested of me to work back stock (most of which I had done the day before) and facing.

I don’t mind but all day long.

No.

But K had a lot to do so my remaining down front and helping there helped her a lot more and she was able to get her things done.

We had a small rush and I was ringing people through at CS.

Now if one is not buying lottery and we have a line up you are to wait at check out one until we come and pull you over to CS.

I was ringing through one customer when another regular customer passes the till and stops.

She comes back and stands in front of me at the till.

C: I just want to thank you so much for your continued best service all the time every time.

Me: Why thank you.

She left.

I bragged a little to K.

There are two customers at check out one and I am just about to go and get the last customer when a gentleman comes beetling over.

I know he does not buy lotto but maybe he has a question for the reigning Queen of Knowledge.

Me: Hi are you buying lotto today?

Customer: No but can I ring through my few items here?

Me: If you are not getting lotto you need to wait at #1 and I take customers in order of the line up.

I need to help that lady first. (walking towards the till)

Customer: But I have ice cream! That is why I came to you.

Me: Sir the ice cream is not going to melt.

Customer: Are you sure?

Me: M’am I can help you at CS.

A minute later I am done and go back over to collect the gentleman.

Me: Sir I can help you now.

Customer: Oh it is ok she is going to help me right away.

Me: You have a fabulous day sir.

This will now become a thing as it does every summer.

Needing to jump the queue because your ice cream might melt.

Everywhere.

While standing in line for at the most 4 minutes.

My ice cream sat in my trunk Wed for 40 minutes and it was 100% humidity even after the rain.

Put my cold stuff on top of it and went back to wait for T to finish his appointment.

If my ice cream did not melt than I am fairly confident that yours will not melt while standing in line waiting for a cashier.

©June 11/21

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