I keep forgetting this one!
So there is this guy that came in and he was kind of loud, and talking to someone in the aisle. I just figured he saw a friend or something. One of the other cashier's turns to me and goes: "God that guys pisses me off so much."
Which was pretty out of character for her, she doesn't normally complain about anything. So I was like, "...why?" So she tells me he always come in acting like he';s on some kind of drugs, acting weird, being a pain, etc. I'm like: Okay whatever.
He comes through my line and he makes weird nervous chatter. But for the most part its normal. Kind of nonsequitor but not outside the norm of what some people say to me. And I finish his order up and he asks me for a plastic bag, and I say, "I don't have any."
And he's like, "Oh right, right, what about a round one?"
"A... round one? A paper bag?" I ask, confused now.
To which he says, "yeah, yeah." He pulls out a nickle and gives to me and says, "Yeah that's it! That's it, I was thinking about a nickle bag."
(We charge 5 cents per paper bag because bag ban in the city.)
And I'm like: Okay, strange but not outside the realm of a normal person. Maybe he has some sort of cognitive issue, it's fine. He grabs a bag and shakes it open and suddenly looks up to me and says, "AND THAT'S! the difference between a troll and leperchaun."
And then walked off to talk to another customer.
He came back through my line a few days later, and he's acting mostly normal. We're even having a coherent conversation. He spent the day with a family member who was getting ready to cover for someone at work. He had an okay day.
...and he goes, "Yeah, I spent the day with the AristoCats."