Naturally I had a nutcase come in on my shift the other day.
When I saw her, I recognized her as someone that used to be a regular customer but one that I hadn't seen in awhile. I wasn't sure if she recognized me, but she kept staring at me.
"I need $20 on pump two," she said slowly, enunciating her words while still staring at me.
I held out my hand for her to give me her two $10 bills, but she just threw them down on the counter, disregarding my hand. She then turned around and walked out. I wanted to fling a rubberband at the back of her head.
But she wasn't done yet. She stopped at the door and stared at me some more.
All I could think was, "What the fuck did I do to her?" but instead I just looked back at her and asked "Did you need something?"
She slowly walked back up to my register with her finger pointed at me.
"Do you remember me? Do you remember me? I used to come in here," she said, obviously on some form of narcotic.
"Yes, I remember you coming in here all the time," I said while slowly backing away. She was scaring me. She was short and in my experience short people can go crazy and attack in an instant!
"I just wanted to see if you remembered me. I remember you. Your hair is shorter now but I remember you," she said while still shaking her finger. What was with the finger thing?
I didn't say anything else and she turned to walk away. As she was walking away she yelled out "I just wanted you to know that you are such a pretty girl."
She finally stumbled out the door to pump her gas.
Why is it always the ones that are drug addicts that think I'm cute???