In other news....

My job is just un-sucky enough that I keep coming back. Today I had a customer who attempted to use his wife's teacher discount card. He was buying a book and a magazine both about bodybuilding. I says to him "I’m sorry sir (always use sir or ma'am) but the educators discount card is only for books to be used in the classroom. He says that he's a coach (just fyi coaches and I are instinctive enemies) and that the book is for his classroom. I said that the discount wasn’t good on magazines either, but didn’t mention that the book he had selected would be difficult to use with highschoolers. Now cause I ain't blind I also notice that the name on the card is Emily. This guy don’t look like any Emily that I ever met, and when I bring this up he says it's his wife's card. I inform him that I need to see the driver’s license that has the same name as the card. He promptly shows me his ID and by this time I’m too fed up with trying not to hit him to argue about it any further, so I gave him the discount. As I’m ringing up the discount he tells me that he doesn’t see why both he and his wife need cards because they're both teachers. I contain myself enough so that I don’t tell him that being a coach is hardly being a teacher. And to top it all off as he's walking out he turns to me and says "don’t be angry" which is of course the equivalent of everything that every other coach in my life has told me. I hate idiots.

Holly (the computer running Red Dwarf): I have an I.Q of 6000, the same I.Q as 6000 highschool gym teachers.

Here she comes again with another boyfriend,
Introduces me and says
"This is the sweetest guy I’ve ever known"
  ¶ 2/11/2004 11:47:00 PM