Weird things that happen to you at work...

[Stress Puppy]

I used to work for a Borders in Pennsylvania. We had a share of people there that were quite insane. One guy, we called him Barking Guy, I'm fairly certain was schizophrenic. He earned his name because one of the first times he was in the store, he stood less than a foot from some huge body builder and started barking at him.

Another time, this guy was wandering around the store, pointing at random customers and mutters things like, "Robert Kennedy... you asshole".. he pointed at my supervisor, Neil, and said, "Rush Limbaugh.. you're a bastard"

And yet another time, he was in line behind another employee at the cafe. He taps the employee on the shoulder, and the employee turns to see what's up. Then the barking guy leans down (He was fairly tall) and screams, "FUCK YOU" .. then acts like nothing happened.

My current job doesn't give me much in the way of 'strange' so much as 'omg you're stupid.' Like the guy that thought his home printer had a problem because the file he tried to print at work came out garbled.

[bluecuracao]

A one or two-time customer of ours came in to the store one afternoon, Stoned Out Of His Gourd, and after a little gibberish, proclaimed that he was really hungry. He said that I should give him a dollar, because he wanted purchase a hotdog from the cart across the street.

Now, we get the occasional street person coming in and asking for money, but this one threw me for a loop...not just because I'd never seen him blotto before, but also here was a guy who I thought would come in and start shopping, and instead he quite firmly requests hotdog money! It was a little bizarre, and in the moment, slightly frightening. I decided to follow my instincts and replied, man, I have no money for you.

Well, geez, his shoulders just dropped, and his puffy eyes welled up with tears ("But I'm really hungry!"). For chrissakes. Then it dawned on me that one can say things to stoned people that don't make sense, and they may believe you, and also that the hotdog cart vendor was a big guy who could probably handle this weirdo more efficiently than I. So I suggested to UltraStoned Man that maybe the vendor would give him a FREE hotdog. It worked, thank god--he perked up and said Yeah, free hotdog! and wandered out the door. Never saw him again.

[MaggieL]

Originally Posted by Stress Puppy

I used to work for a Borders in Pennsylvania...

Really...which one? My lifepartner used to work at the one in King of Prussia.