Customers Say the Darndest Things

Ah, Im sorry. I just get a kick out of the weird things people do and rather then let them waste away in my head I thought Id share.

Virginian Ham. Do you know it? Just a standard run of the mill processed leg ham. Lol.

For some reason, I cant keep a straight face when someone misreads the label and calls it Virgin Ham.

Lol.

I blame my inner child.

Another customer quirk I love is when the customer takes a ticket, you serve them, then they put the used ticket on the counter... RIGHT BESIDE THE USED TICKET BOX!
No more than a 1cm away.

Cracks me up.

This next one was a one off but it freaking made me laugh. A woman wanted a Salad but she didnt know what it was called so she described it "The..uh...the pasta thing... the spiraly pasta"

Ok you know the spiral pasta? Yeh, we've got one of those cold pasta salads made of that...that and corn...and thats all thats in it.

So I went "Ok"
Fetched the container and filled it up with the salad.

"NO! Not that one!" She cried
In turn I sighed.
Tipping the pasta back.

She pointed again at something called a Thai Noodle. "I said I wanted this one!"
I shook my head.
This woman's insane.
Thats not pasta, Its hokkein!

Hokkein Noodles are those yellow long noodle things found in Asian dishes. I have no idea how the word "Spiral" and "Pasta" came into their description!

This one I find more irritating.. When people try to singal wait they want with their eyes. They glance at it and say "That".

Not very helpful.

Or they sometimes bend from the waist and tilt towards it.

What the fuck - are you a divining stick? Just read the label you lazy bum.

This last one happens often but Im gonna use todays experience as an example.

My co-worker (who we shall call David) was calling out numbers. A crowd had formed and now it had passed leaving only 2 customers left.

"Number 23?"

Nobody moved. The customers waited. Their eyes glued to David. Waiting for their number.

"Is there a number 23?" David repeated. "Number 23!!!"

Yet again, nobody moved. David looked at the man to the left and asked "What number are you sir?"

"Number 23"

LOL!! Sorry, it happens often. I have no idea why. It seems like they are listening but perhaps they are in a dream world. Or maybe they just think we are mind readers.

All work talk outta the way lets get down to business.

I had a lot of thinking time today. I wanted to ask my readers a question. Even if you dont have young childen just think about it hypothetically.

Would you let your child associate with a Gay/Lesbian or Transexual (Pre-Hormone or During Transition)

To be honest, my first instinct was to say No. I dont want my child to have any ...unusual influences.

Sounds really cruel doesnt it.

My reasoning though is that I dont want my child near negative energy. People in the LGBT community in general have... hazy pasts and carry a lot of negative experiences. I want to keep my kid away from that

Id hate for them to find out at such a young age that life is really really shit.

But on the other hand, having them aware of the issue and socialising with the person would be really benefical. Teaching them that we are all basically the same and as a result decreasing the amount of ignorance in the world.

But yeh - What would you do? What ARE you doing, if anything. Im really curious...

Ummm.... what else.. what else... Umm..

Im still depressed. About being a girl. Being this... thing...
Its like being the colour gray. God that must suck.

There is probably one thing I like about being a girl - manipulation.
Its a lot easier to do.

People respond differently to different genders.

Like today I was passing very well. The man who waited at the bus stop (for the bus that never came! Damn this city!) started talking to me and then offered to let me ride alone with him to the train station when his wife picked him up.

Now I know that if he saw me as a girl he wouldnt have done that.

For the record I definately knew he thought I was a boy. I gave him the name Alex and he referred to me as a "Young Lad" along with all the appropriate pronouns. Made me happy :)

On the more negative side of passing.. or.. well.. not passing clearly..

As we were waiting a drunk guy stumbled up. I glanced him then looked away.

"What?" He slurred. I checked to see who he was talking to. Unfortunately...me.

"What dyuu looking at?"

I ignored him.

"Poofter"

I kept ignoring him.

"You're a poof arent cha. I can see"

I looked back at him and shook my head. Disapprovingly.

"Yeh.. yeh. I know.. your a fucking poof"

ARGH GOD, Sorry I interrupt this blog to bitch. This void in my chest is growing and its just eating me.

Alcohol doesnt fix it. I know.
But it makes it easier to ignore.

I always wished I could be normal. I wished that one day I would wake up and love men and enjoy make up, skirts, pretty things and be like a normal girl.

If not that, just be able to live a life thats acceptable. Something that wasnt so painful as how I was living at the moment.

God, it doesnt work like that.
Its more normal if Im a boy.

Which is strange isnt it. If you look at it simply - "Im changing my physical gender to male" It looks so big and messy.

But its not like that at all for me.

Saying "Im changing to be a girl"

THAT seems extreme. Even when I was trying - I was still failing. I just looked like a gay guy.

God, why did you do this? He cant be real. I know it.
If there is a god, he wouldnt make me - the mistake.