Characters and Regulars
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nfotxnAs I enter the sixth week at the Local Unionized Grocery Franchise I'm beginning to recognize more distinct patterns in our clientel and their behaviours.
Behaviours
Worst of which is the looks of condescention when somebody is counting change. There are those who can exude a bearing of confidence while counting and those whom are shamed as it is currently their only means. Yet again economic progress (in the form of direct payment) puts the pressure on the poor an unprivaledged.
Old men suck at lying. So many seniors are like little boys with their entirely unbelieveable lies. When I get old and grey I will be the kind of senior who will tell you up front that I'm totally blind or deaf. Or that my gout prevents me from holding a pencil. In most cases age does not necessarily equate wisdom.
As a general rule the FOBs (*ahem* New Canadians) from the local International College flash the most sincere smiles. They come in packs to do their shopping such that combined their english will be good enough to face any situation presented to them . When speaking is involved ("Debit or Credit?") a look of elation creeps into view as they attempt their best enunciation. Further elated when I reply something social or casual. A consistently high point of my day that fills me with a nice sense of civic pride.
Characters
The Professor -- An obvious paranoid-schizophrenic who frequents our store. Always pays with exact change that he keeps meticulously wrapped up in a dirty old hankee in his pocket. He is of course absolutely harmless however deathly affraid of children. He will stand at the further point away from them if they are present. And still count change quickly and accurately. Has to take off his glasses to stand still.
Donnatella Versace -- Ok, so her real name is Millie and she's a big name in Hamilton, as small as the city is. Runs the local haute pants-suit repository for execu-femmes and soccer moms. Actually uses the "Do you know who I AM?!" line when making unreasonable demands. Delivered from a Botox'ed face in a perfectly black ensemble it's difficult not to laugh. Baby needs to get her dose of Divatrex titrated down from caricature levels. Gets away with it because she will blacknail our franchisee if we don't bend over backwards for her.
Jason Fox -- He is many young teenage boys. Mothers or Fathers providing them with obscene amounts of junk. And they stand there face in a gameboy or magazine wearing a lame t-shirt bought for them off the internet. As their parents pay hundreds for crap (that is obviously for them) I just wanna say "T-shirt Hell is totally 2-years ago. And that Direct-X 8.0 card has GOT to go, honey".
Behaviours
Worst of which is the looks of condescention when somebody is counting change. There are those who can exude a bearing of confidence while counting and those whom are shamed as it is currently their only means. Yet again economic progress (in the form of direct payment) puts the pressure on the poor an unprivaledged.
Old men suck at lying. So many seniors are like little boys with their entirely unbelieveable lies. When I get old and grey I will be the kind of senior who will tell you up front that I'm totally blind or deaf. Or that my gout prevents me from holding a pencil. In most cases age does not necessarily equate wisdom.
As a general rule the FOBs (*ahem* New Canadians) from the local International College flash the most sincere smiles. They come in packs to do their shopping such that combined their english will be good enough to face any situation presented to them . When speaking is involved ("Debit or Credit?") a look of elation creeps into view as they attempt their best enunciation. Further elated when I reply something social or casual. A consistently high point of my day that fills me with a nice sense of civic pride.
Characters
The Professor -- An obvious paranoid-schizophrenic who frequents our store. Always pays with exact change that he keeps meticulously wrapped up in a dirty old hankee in his pocket. He is of course absolutely harmless however deathly affraid of children. He will stand at the further point away from them if they are present. And still count change quickly and accurately. Has to take off his glasses to stand still.
Donnatella Versace -- Ok, so her real name is Millie and she's a big name in Hamilton, as small as the city is. Runs the local haute pants-suit repository for execu-femmes and soccer moms. Actually uses the "Do you know who I AM?!" line when making unreasonable demands. Delivered from a Botox'ed face in a perfectly black ensemble it's difficult not to laugh. Baby needs to get her dose of Divatrex titrated down from caricature levels. Gets away with it because she will blacknail our franchisee if we don't bend over backwards for her.
Jason Fox -- He is many young teenage boys. Mothers or Fathers providing them with obscene amounts of junk. And they stand there face in a gameboy or magazine wearing a lame t-shirt bought for them off the internet. As their parents pay hundreds for crap (that is obviously for them) I just wanna say "T-shirt Hell is totally 2-years ago. And that Direct-X 8.0 card has GOT to go, honey".
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Date: 2004-09-21 10:39 pm (UTC)hamilton John posteth
Date: 2004-09-21 11:12 pm (UTC)Re: hamilton John posteth
Date: 2004-09-23 12:15 pm (UTC)Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa. I want you to get me an Oompa Loompa right away.
Date: 2004-09-21 11:12 pm (UTC)Please make more.
Re: Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa. I want you to get me an Oompa Loompa right away.
Date: 2004-09-22 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-22 06:50 am (UTC)Very entertaining; keep em coming please.
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Date: 2004-09-23 12:13 pm (UTC)Hey Brodie
Date: 2004-09-22 01:07 pm (UTC)hug*
--JEff
(no direction, no parental 'loving' support, not seeing things straight now)
i'm new to this whole thing.. please help me out.
Re: Hey Brodie
Date: 2004-09-22 07:10 pm (UTC)Re: Hey Brodie
Date: 2004-09-22 07:13 pm (UTC)-Jeff
Re: Hey Brodie
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Date: 2004-09-22 08:06 pm (UTC)Under personalities, you forgot "freak girl who comes in to buy bulk amounts of cheese and pester Brodie at the cash" :)
I like the icon with the mood lighting. Sexay!
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Date: 2004-09-23 12:12 pm (UTC)We have to hang out! DVDs or something. Today is my only day off this week though :(
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Date: 2004-09-23 05:21 pm (UTC)The do you know who I AM? line
Date: 2004-09-22 10:21 pm (UTC)I want a line like that in our local supermarket. Enough of these "under eight items" lines.
Nice user pic, baby.
Re: The do you know who I AM? line
Date: 2004-09-23 12:09 pm (UTC)I would be all about the "Do you know who I am line" as long as customers are expected to tip. After all, we know who you are. And you should tip us.
Contact
Date: 2004-09-24 09:05 pm (UTC)hug*
-Jeff