I hate wintertime. Another day of dry heaving for me.
This regular customer came in today. He's one of those that must have no feeling on his face because his nose is always dripping with snot.
Well today it was ridiculous. Having a hangover from last night's festivities, my stomach was already queasy enough.
So this customer walks in, and I can already see from across the store the snot glistening on his face. I look around, but my co-worker (I hate you) saw him coming first and went to go fill the cooler.
He walks up to my register and it was just as I confirmed; snot city. I look away, but the image is already burned in my brain, which is when the dry heaving starts.
The customer wants cigarettes but likes to stand at the register making small talk. I can't take anyone seriously that has slimy boogers running down their face. Don't you feel it gliding out of your nose? What about when it reaches your lips? Don't you taste it?? I don't understand what is wrong with some people!
So sadly, I made the mistake of looking at him again. This is when I see his mucous-y booger start to slowly drip down on the counter. It literally reminded me of the cheese on a piece of pizza, all stretchy like that.
And since he's looking down at his wallet, he finally notices the line of snot trailing towards the counter that is now almost a foot long hanging from his nose. He goes 'Oops' and sniffs it up back into his nose. I seriously almost puked on the floor when I saw that.
I had to walk away then and told him to leave his money on the counter while I tried to prevent myself from vomiting. I didn't even want to touch the money after he left, so I put on a latex glove and picked it up.
I ended up giving that dollar to the next customer that needed change back. I couldn't even stomach putting anything he touched in to my register.
Excuse me while I go dry heave again just thinking about it.