God, C comes home with the weirdest stories. For your reading pleasure, here is a bizarre conversation that she was involved in at work tonight:
Woman in her fifties talking to a cashier: Excuse me, the phone outside stole my money. (notices C) Oh! You’re a manager! I should talk to you. The phone outside ate my money.
C: I’m sorry ma’am, I can’t do anything about the phone. The phone company rents the space.
Woman: Oh no, it’s not that, I tried to get a credit from the phone company and they wouldn’t give it to me. I was talking to my oldest child when the phone cut off a couple minutes into the conversation. I think it has something to do with the chip that was put in my ear when I was younger.
C: . . .
Woman: You see, I was one of 8 children and my parents wanted to keep track of us. So they put the chips in. And now when I talk to my children, the phone always dies. I’ve also been picking up other people’s conversations and I do not like them. I’ve spoken to doctors about getting it removed and the police about having it turned off, and they can’t help me. What would you recommend?
C: . . . Well, um, you could maybe talk to a pharmacist, or um . . .
Cashier also present: What about a spy shop? They have all those gadgets, maybe they would know how to turn it off!
As they continue talking, C runs away (walks quickly, same thing) into the office so she can finally laugh.
She also kicked a woman out of the store for, well, being rude and loud and yelling a lot and being a bitch. At one point, the woman told C that “in New Orleans they don’t treat their customers like this!!” C responded by saying, “Yes, they do.”