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Happy Valentine's Day, everybody! (or Anti-Valentine's Day, for those of you who are inclined to wear black, snark at too-schmaltzy romances, and consume extreme amounts of chocolate. Aka, me in high school. ;-))

Another work story

Today saw the return of a bizarre customer who's always been very rude to me. I've excused a lot of it because he's not quite right in the head, but I have my limits.

For instance, whenever I went out from behind the counter to gather cups/clean tables, he'd raise his voice at me, complaining that I needed to 'get back in my corner'.

The high (low?) point of this was when he started talking about how he was going to handcuff me to something to keep me behind the counter if I didn't listen to him . . . and the next day he actually brought in a pair of handcuffs. I deliberately walked out right past him, glaring at him as I did so. He grumbled something at me, but left me alone, and he's been fairly calm since. Then there was today. Normally I just ignore him whenever possible, but this morning I was in no mood for his ranting.

I'll call him Weird Guy.

So I'm filling the morning orders, and. . .

WG: "Get to work!"
Me: "Don't talk to me like that."
WG: *mutters incoherently for a moment* "Give me two donuts."

I start to put down the order book, but before I can fully do so, here he goes again.

WG: "Stop staring at that and give me my donuts!"
Me: "I told you to stop talking to me like that. Do you want to get the donuts or not?" (one would think that he would've picked up on the whole 'don't irritate the only cashier' thing by now, but no)
WG: "Yeah . . . and if you don't like the way I talk to you, you can go join the Lesbian League of America!"
Me: O_O

Seriously, I was just speechless from the "Whaaaaa?" of that. I told one of my coworkers about it later when he was on his smoke break and he darn near inhaled his cigarette when he started laughing.

Just when I think work can't possibly get stranger.