I'm sure many of my readers either currently work or have worked in retail in the past in some form or fashion in your lives. What I'd like to do here is to post my own funny/weird stories about working in a corner drug store and then have you guys share any funny, weird or even jaw-dropping experiences that you have had as a person who interacts with the general public.
I like to have fun whenever I can. I'm sure many of you can relate. We need emotional boosts and laughter wherever we can get them these days.
Yesterday was Halloween. I made sure it would be OK to wear a costume to work, and pretty much came up with how to make a zombie costume from household stuff.
The eyes were just black-ish makeup and black eye liner and the "blood" was actually red nail polish splattered on my mask and one of my husband's old white undershirts.
I ended up getting a fair amount of compliments, and some customers saw me and jumped back (they soon realized I'm a semi-normal person underneath the make-up). A couple of little kids were scared, so I explained it was a costume and that I wouldn't eat their brains.
It turned out that, despite full managerial permission, I was the ONLY one that wore a costume. That was actually okay by me because I got to sort of stand out from the uniformed crowd.
I know you can't see it in the photo, but I was wearing a black camisole shirt underneath the white one, to keep my bits covered because the white shirt was all cut up and "bloody."
Customers would come to my register and I'd ask them, "How are you?" The natural American auto-response is, "I'm fine. How are you?" I said, "I'm terrible. Just LOOK at me!" and most of them would look up and laugh.
However, the pièce de résistance came about when I came back to the cashier area after taking care of some other stuff on the floor. The co-worker (let's call her "X") next to me busted out laughing, which perplexed me.
I had a wardrobe malfunction.
Yes, one of my "girls" was partially hanging out of one of the cuts in my overshirt. At first, I was mortified, but then I realized that only X had seen it. So, I laughed too and then went and got some safety pins so it wouldn't happen again. But even after I fixed it, X would bust out laughing when she looked at me, and so I would laugh, too. My gut is sore today from laughing so hard.
Of course, it took about three minutes for the story to circulate to most of the employees on shift and now my nickname is "Janet Jackson." I kinda like it! But all I can do is laugh. And I KNOW my shift mates needed a good laugh...I just wish I could have provided it in a different way!