So, I guess to some people I can come off as a listener, which for most cases I guess is true, but when I'm at work, I suppose that'd be called customer service. Anyway, I tend to get these customers at K-mart who like to talk to me. Be it from Greg, the homeless man who likes to stay in the store for hours talking about how he's homeless, and OH!, what does this electronic device do?... or say this guy who I had the unfortunate chance of speaking to last night.

I knew when I saw him walking towards the department, I wasn't going to like it. He's been in the store several times before, each time just talking up a storm. He's this tall, mongoloid of a kid (High School age)... slightly retarded? First thing when he comes up to the counter is he starts asking me if people I guess he goes to school with are working at the store tonight. None that he askes are. He asks if I'm sure, I check, he asks if I have phone numbers for some of them, then goes on about how they didn't give him numbers... hmmmm... I WONDER WHY?

He goes into a conversation about renting a disc of the Sopranos and being charged some fee. Then he goes into a line of jokes, actually this one: "What's the difference between a negro in chains and a tire in chains? When you put a tire in chains, it doesn't sing." Ugh. Great... now I have to put up with this, and I try to get rid of him. Thankfully, as I noticed, the black lady right outside of my department didn't hear it. But then he asks if I liked the joke, I say no... hoping not to encourage more, but then he asks if I'd like to hear more jokes. NO. I WANT YOU TO FUCKING LEAVE! I don't say this of course, but I do laps around my department trying to ditch him, but he follows, yacking away two feet behind me every turn. I start thinking, "WHY WON'T YOU DIE?"

I ask him if he needs help. Answer: no. Great. I politely blow him off with every additional question. He wants me to call one of my associates a name (one that wasn't working and was inquiring about). I say sure, fine, whatever. Then he asks if I'm jewish, because jews are good at remembering things he says. I tell him that I'm not, only to be asked if I'm asian. What? No. Apparently they too are smart. Go figure. At this time, I'm desperately trying to find somebody to cover my break so I don't have to deal with this guy. I'm on the phone and find somebody, but have to put up with this customer for what seems like an eternity.

While my rescue arrives I leave the department through the back stockroom so he doesn't follow me, but he continues his conversation with me, although at this point I'm totally ignoring him, he starts to raise his voice so I'll hear him. DIE! .... alright.

A few minutes pass. Gone. He leaves the store, thank god.

Time passes, and I'm paid a visit by a friend. I start to tell him about my ugly visit and then he begins to tell me about a similar customer he had at the Blockbuster Video he works at. Yeah, something about a Sopranos DVD. Then it clicks. Damn. It's the same pain in the ass.

Yeah. That totally sucked. That's my rant.