"No one thinks flavour extracts are interesting"

I've felt too distracted/scatterbrained the past couple days to really bother with posting anything.

I watched a really good movie tonight. Extract. I loved it too much for words. Twas awesomeness. I think my favourite part of the movie was the bit where Mila Kunis's's's character is reading about "Step" & his accident in the newspaper.

There was a weirdo in the store a few days ago. He reminded me of a zombie. Before he walked in he was standing frozen in front of the doorway with a completely blank look on his face for a good 2 or 3 or so minutes. Then he opened the door & walked in (very slowly). He walked/shuffled around the store (and again very slowly) with this vacant grin on his face. At first he walked towards the back of the store & then he paused and stood still for about a minute or so before turning around and (still slowly) began walking back towards the front. I sort of kept one eye on him since he was such a sketchy weird. I asked him "are you looking for something in particular?" He froze for about 30 seconds before replying (and when he did I caught sight of where several missing teeth should have been hanging out) "no, I'm just looking." Then he walked out (as slowly as ever). Definitely on something he was.

Yesterday there was a mentally handicapped guy hovering around the wank-mag shelf. Apparently he occasionally comes in & does this. Never buys. Once before, when he had been perusing around that section for a while, he was told to either buy something or leave. So now he hovers there for about 5 minutes at a time, then walks down some other aisle pretending to look around, then goes back & does this a few times. Co-worker "L" said that the last time he was in he made a point of telling her that he was looking for The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. So I made a joke about how he probably heard about The Notebook in one of the articles in those magazines, because surely, he only reads them for the articles, right? She laughed at me.

Today there was a curmudgeony older guy in the store looking for Grisham books. He called me over & then bellowed at me "why don't you have The Rainmaker!" I said, "we do. It's right there." Twas right in front of where he was standing, with all the other John Grisham novels. Then he shouted "why don't you have The Partner!" Again, it was right there & I promptly & politely pointed it out. Then he was blustering the same for The Pelican Brief. As he was leaving after I ran him & his purchases through the cash, I said to him "have a nice day, enjoy the books." He grumbled back at me "I'm not reading today, I'm watching the hockey game!" Co-worker "J" said to me "you'll have to get used to him."

Oh, the joys of customer service! I really do love my job, even if the occasional strangers we get make me feel just a tad uncomfortable.