crossover_chick | *Paces Restlessly*

-RPD: *goes solid to join me*-
-RPM: Sheesh, it's been a week! What are we gonna do?-
I dunno. I understand one mun can't be as available as she'd like, but still -- closure, please! *sighs* Yeah, my Rift-thread is still in neutral. I'm really hoping it goes forward soon, I'd like to get Watchpocolapyse over and done with.
-D: They can't stay silent forever. It feels like a potentially important thread.-
Yeah, we'll see.
Anyway, not much happening in my life. Work today was getting toward life-draining again -- hot, sticky, and my coworker was up at the OTHER store, so. . . . This man has too few employees. It drives me nuts. *shakehead* Plus some of the customers were of the Frustrating Kind. The one who stuck out most was this guy (italics are thoughts):

Rumplestilskin: Hey, I'll buy you dinner if you remember my name.
Me: O.o???? WTF? *stares for a moment, then shakes head because I don't recognize him*
Rumplestilskin: Honestly? You don't remember my name?
Me: *helpless headshake and shrug* Dude, do you KNOW how many people come through this place in a day? Even a slow one?
Rumplestilskin: You have to remember my name! I'm here every summer.
Me: No, I'm sorry, drawing a blank. Oh, sure, that helps. NOT. If you're only here ONE SEASON, there's even LESS chance I'll know who you are!
Rumplestilskin: You seriously don't remember?
Me: Nope, sorry. *weak smile*
Rumplestilskin: Do you want to take a guess?
Me: O.o No. . . *shrug*
Rumplestilskin: *continues unloading clothes*
Me: . . . *tries to figure out polite way of saying, "So, ARE you going to tell me your name so we can finish this?"*
Boss: *comes in, greets guy, starts conversation -- does not mention name, damn it*
Rumplestilskin: You know, I told her I'd buy her dinner if she remembered my name.
Boss: *amused, to me* Did you?
Me: *shakehead* Nope. Like I'd want dinner from him anyhow. Somebody want to FILL ME IN?
Boss: *amused, continues conversation*
Rumplestilskin: *few minutes in, finishes getting out clothes, FINALLY tells me his name*
SHEESH! Was it REALLY necessary to put me through that? Dude, we're a fairly popular dry cleaner. I don't remember people's names unless I see them multiple times a week for the most part. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL. And your dinner offer skeeved me out a bit.
-M: Jesus. Gotta love retail.-
Yeah. Best part? Once I finally got his name, I discovered he's one of those people who's last name comes with two firsts, like so: Smith, John/Jane. Yup, there was a FEMALE name next to his. Took a bit of willpower not to say, sweetly, "Oh, hey, how's 'Jane?'" or something of the sort.

-VD: *rolls eyes* Some people. . . Our mobile repair van was plagued by idiots like that some days.-
-OD: Oh, hell yes. *tentacles nodnod and make disgusted noises* Life wouldn't be life without customers sucking.-
Indeed. There was also the crazy lady the boss took -- had this really gaudy pink dress with lots of beading that she wanted to wear to her son's wedding. She originally just wanted it pressed, but it was so filthy the boss convinced her to get it cleaned instead. And then she started haggling with him on the price! We don't give senior citizen discounts, but she just wouldn't let it go! And get this -- she brought it in this morning for a SATURDAY wedding. *headdesk* People and their specials. . . .
-HD: *offers a biscuit* It's the weekend now. You are beholdend to no one!-
I know, yay. I plan to take advantage of my current mood and watch "Corpse Bride." Yay Victor and Victoria and Emily.
-TTV: *grin*-
Tonight, though, I have some fanfic to write and web to browse. Later, all.