Super freak... super freaky
Nov. 15th, 2004 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyOkay, no preamble, we're jumping into the story of...
If you don't remember who this is [he's been given a new name, after all] short version: He's the curly haired freak who showed up right before Halloween and tried to pay me to be his friend. Dude's got issues. Which you're about to see more of.
Saturday was kind of dull, which is good. Means I got to work and not get bothered by fools asking for the beer every fifteen seconds. Around three in the morning, I was drawn to this stupid controller thing that has four billion old crappy games on it. I was all ready for a nice game of Space Armadda [where I was ready to die in the third round] and trying to convince myself that Satan had left a HUGE list on Friday, thus he wouldn't be in this weekend, and if he was, he wouldn't be in at 3am. I pick up the controller and I hear the double ring that means the office or pharmacy is calling. Crap. Busted already. Guilt started rolling in until I realized it wasn't the phone behind register one. Odd. But hey, it had to be register two, right? So I checked. No. Strange... I listened again and it wasn't coming from photo. Cosmetics? I wandered over, feeling strangely apprehensive because in my head I could hear Christie saying not to answer when outof the way phones rang at night since it was probably someone pranking you. Thing is, the guys who did that no longer work at our store so... who could it be?
Kathleen answered though, and she looked just as confused as I felt. But then she started yammering on about returns and just needing the reciept. I wandered off, because, you know, boring. I went back and was ready to die again for the space fleet when Kathleen came over and asked if COS had it's own phone line. The fuzzy? Turns out it wasn't just someone accidentally forwarded to Cos by pharmacy, or some other store calling [sometimes they seem to be able to call on the intercom-y line], it was a customer who creeped her out. Upon further questions, it seems said customer wanted to return/exchange an "appliance" [the... fuzzy?] that didn't work. Kathleen assured him it'd be fine so long as magic reciept existed. Then he wanted her name. She didn't want to give it. Why? Because another question was, "Are you in cosmetics?" Dude! Weird. You should not be able to directly call Cos if you're a customer. Something odd was going on. As we were discussing this, SuperFreaky came in.
With two bags. One of them held the curlers he'd bought from me. He wanted to return/exchange 'em. I looked at Kathleen and back to superfreaky and did my best not to shudder or ask, "so how the blue fuzzy did you call Cos?" Blah blah, he went back to the hair aisle to pick up another one and I went to make sure that when switching out items, I didn't need the manager. She didn't hear me correctly or maybe she just wanted out of photo-hell. Don't know. Point is, SuperFreaky came back with his hair curlers and I called her over. SuperFreaky reads her nametag and suddenly seems to think they are best friends. Crrreeeeeepy. Anyway, after chatting for a second, she goes back to Photo-hell and I am left with SF. He wanders back to where Kathleen is and I catch her trying to not so obviously hide from him as he picks out his pantyhose. He comes back over and starts yammering away on his cell phone. When he gets off the phone, he acts like he and I are bestest friends because we're both night owls. And then he begins again on the "I'll come back all dressed up and show you." You do that buddy. You do that. But, again, he seemed more excited by the thought that I was freaked out by that than actually doing it. Where's a cop to stroll through the door when you need 'em?
Anywho. Kathleen and I chat about SF before I go take my break. Thirty minutes pass -wheeeeee!- aaaaaand as I'm coming back, I must have looked weird because Mad Madam H [manager] asks if SF went back there [breakroom & bathroom area]. No.... I'm confused. She was there, she knew I rang SF up. Why would she ask... and then duh. SF came back? Indeed. He called first, and was the reason Kathleen called for Mad Madam H to pick up on the intercom. He'd done it again. o_O After talking to Kathleen, I found out he came back to buy women's underwear [ew. just...ew] and kept chatting to her, saying it was a "fun saturday" and she kept trying to politely cut him off before he could yammer on about how it'd be more fun once he was dressed up like a woman. I am soooooo glad I missed that.
As we're talking, the phone rings at the same time a customer hits register one. Kathleen gets the customer, so I answer the phone. My eyes widen when I hear SF's voice say, "Yes, I was trying to reach the Walgreens at -store address here-." "Uh, yes, that's us." I point to the phone and mouth, "It's him!" to Kathleen and she looks like she doesn't know whether to laugh or run screaming. He asks who he's speaking to, which is a bit annoying since I almost always answer the phone with, "Thank you for calling Walgreens, this is Marian, how may I help you?" [but less "get off my phone and die now. yes, in that order. DIE." and more sweetness and light.] Since I already said, I repeated it, and immediately wished for a name change. He then asks for the store number. Uhhhhhh, dude, you're on the phone. o_O With the store in question. 411 it or something? But okay. I ask Kathleen and then I tell SF and hang up before he can think of something else to ask. I also comment on his freakishness aloud. Oops.
Now. For those skimming, I'll make this easier. So far he's called 3 times and shown up twice. In less than an hour. Keep these numbers in mind.
Insert chat and the realization of the above numbers with Kathleen here. The phone rings again and I just know it's SF. Kathleen answers. Only she has to keep saying, "Hello? Can I help you?" After the fourth go round of this, she points to the phone and says, "I think he's masturbating." G'ah! I don't need or want to know that. Everytime she goes to hang up the phone though, he has to say something. Then he puts her on hold. So. Weird. After he still refuses to say anything much, she hangs up. We head off to tell Mad Madam H, cuz... ew.
This conversation is mostly rehash of the above, but then they got to the point where Kathleen thought he'd be more interested in guys cuz of the dressing up as a chick, and Mad Madam H says her cousin is gay and he's not into dressing up, so maybe the dressing up/wanting to be is the weird factor. To which I pipe up that, no, based on experience with a friend, I'm saying this guy is just a sick freak. Before we can go round anymore, Mad Madam H's eyes widen and the door alarm jingles and SF is back! Again. Duuuude. Kathleen and I both scurry off. I listen as he comes over to Mad Madam H to ask if he can change. I'm assuming in the bathroom. She says no. He says, "Not even if I buy something?" No again. He leaves.
Pharmacy goddess Virginia comes over and then shares this little tale: Apparently the reason he's so afraid of pharmacy finding out about him isn't because he's just nuts, it's also because he called her one night and tried to convince her he'd just had his first period. For some reason, call her crazy, Virginia then told him it would be best if he didn't call anymore. *snort* Seems he's now on the "if he calls, hang up" and I think also on the "if he shows up, call the manager" list. Score!
The best thing to come of his 4 calls and 3 visits? Now I'm not the only one super creeped out by him, so now I feel infinitely better about it. :D
What. A. Freak.
Stayed at work an hour after I got off, shopping. Joy. Spent too much, but I think it comes out of Mom's side too, so yay for not going too nuts. Bought a spiffy tea light candle tree thing. Tis gorgeous. After December 5th or so, I'll share pictures of it. Possibly sooner, though not set up as a decoration or anything, as we don't really decorate until after my grandfather's birthday.... even though he's been dead for nearly ten years. Whoa.
Didn't sleep until after 4 in the afternoon. Which was after having breakfast at IHOP [cinnamon apple pancakes! yummy], going grocery shopping [bought a magazine simply for Eliza Dushku], waking up Thomas [so cute asleep in Sean's bed, next to the boy who was completely covered in his comforter, so I can only assume he was actually there, and I tickled the widget til he woke up and he smiled and it was so. freaking. cute.], playing with the cats [dog, and thomas] and their new cat toy, playing with Princi and Alice [pictures coming later today, yes], calling Ryan and talking for over an hour, and shopping at KMart for crap I don't need. I was a super bitch though and didn't even realize that I was hungry until I ate and was no longer super bitch. Yay!
Didn't watch Charmed. I tried, but each time I rolled my eyes and groaned. So I'll catch the last two episodes I missed sometime this week.
La. I'm off to see how badly the pics I took yesterday came out.
If you don't remember who this is [he's been given a new name, after all] short version: He's the curly haired freak who showed up right before Halloween and tried to pay me to be his friend. Dude's got issues. Which you're about to see more of.
Saturday was kind of dull, which is good. Means I got to work and not get bothered by fools asking for the beer every fifteen seconds. Around three in the morning, I was drawn to this stupid controller thing that has four billion old crappy games on it. I was all ready for a nice game of Space Armadda [where I was ready to die in the third round] and trying to convince myself that Satan had left a HUGE list on Friday, thus he wouldn't be in this weekend, and if he was, he wouldn't be in at 3am. I pick up the controller and I hear the double ring that means the office or pharmacy is calling. Crap. Busted already. Guilt started rolling in until I realized it wasn't the phone behind register one. Odd. But hey, it had to be register two, right? So I checked. No. Strange... I listened again and it wasn't coming from photo. Cosmetics? I wandered over, feeling strangely apprehensive because in my head I could hear Christie saying not to answer when outof the way phones rang at night since it was probably someone pranking you. Thing is, the guys who did that no longer work at our store so... who could it be?
Kathleen answered though, and she looked just as confused as I felt. But then she started yammering on about returns and just needing the reciept. I wandered off, because, you know, boring. I went back and was ready to die again for the space fleet when Kathleen came over and asked if COS had it's own phone line. The fuzzy? Turns out it wasn't just someone accidentally forwarded to Cos by pharmacy, or some other store calling [sometimes they seem to be able to call on the intercom-y line], it was a customer who creeped her out. Upon further questions, it seems said customer wanted to return/exchange an "appliance" [the... fuzzy?] that didn't work. Kathleen assured him it'd be fine so long as magic reciept existed. Then he wanted her name. She didn't want to give it. Why? Because another question was, "Are you in cosmetics?" Dude! Weird. You should not be able to directly call Cos if you're a customer. Something odd was going on. As we were discussing this, SuperFreaky came in.
With two bags. One of them held the curlers he'd bought from me. He wanted to return/exchange 'em. I looked at Kathleen and back to superfreaky and did my best not to shudder or ask, "so how the blue fuzzy did you call Cos?" Blah blah, he went back to the hair aisle to pick up another one and I went to make sure that when switching out items, I didn't need the manager. She didn't hear me correctly or maybe she just wanted out of photo-hell. Don't know. Point is, SuperFreaky came back with his hair curlers and I called her over. SuperFreaky reads her nametag and suddenly seems to think they are best friends. Crrreeeeeepy. Anyway, after chatting for a second, she goes back to Photo-hell and I am left with SF. He wanders back to where Kathleen is and I catch her trying to not so obviously hide from him as he picks out his pantyhose. He comes back over and starts yammering away on his cell phone. When he gets off the phone, he acts like he and I are bestest friends because we're both night owls. And then he begins again on the "I'll come back all dressed up and show you." You do that buddy. You do that. But, again, he seemed more excited by the thought that I was freaked out by that than actually doing it. Where's a cop to stroll through the door when you need 'em?
Anywho. Kathleen and I chat about SF before I go take my break. Thirty minutes pass -wheeeeee!- aaaaaand as I'm coming back, I must have looked weird because Mad Madam H [manager] asks if SF went back there [breakroom & bathroom area]. No.... I'm confused. She was there, she knew I rang SF up. Why would she ask... and then duh. SF came back? Indeed. He called first, and was the reason Kathleen called for Mad Madam H to pick up on the intercom. He'd done it again. o_O After talking to Kathleen, I found out he came back to buy women's underwear [ew. just...ew] and kept chatting to her, saying it was a "fun saturday" and she kept trying to politely cut him off before he could yammer on about how it'd be more fun once he was dressed up like a woman. I am soooooo glad I missed that.
As we're talking, the phone rings at the same time a customer hits register one. Kathleen gets the customer, so I answer the phone. My eyes widen when I hear SF's voice say, "Yes, I was trying to reach the Walgreens at -store address here-." "Uh, yes, that's us." I point to the phone and mouth, "It's him!" to Kathleen and she looks like she doesn't know whether to laugh or run screaming. He asks who he's speaking to, which is a bit annoying since I almost always answer the phone with, "Thank you for calling Walgreens, this is Marian, how may I help you?" [but less "get off my phone and die now. yes, in that order. DIE." and more sweetness and light.] Since I already said, I repeated it, and immediately wished for a name change. He then asks for the store number. Uhhhhhh, dude, you're on the phone. o_O With the store in question. 411 it or something? But okay. I ask Kathleen and then I tell SF and hang up before he can think of something else to ask. I also comment on his freakishness aloud. Oops.
Now. For those skimming, I'll make this easier. So far he's called 3 times and shown up twice. In less than an hour. Keep these numbers in mind.
Insert chat and the realization of the above numbers with Kathleen here. The phone rings again and I just know it's SF. Kathleen answers. Only she has to keep saying, "Hello? Can I help you?" After the fourth go round of this, she points to the phone and says, "I think he's masturbating." G'ah! I don't need or want to know that. Everytime she goes to hang up the phone though, he has to say something. Then he puts her on hold. So. Weird. After he still refuses to say anything much, she hangs up. We head off to tell Mad Madam H, cuz... ew.
This conversation is mostly rehash of the above, but then they got to the point where Kathleen thought he'd be more interested in guys cuz of the dressing up as a chick, and Mad Madam H says her cousin is gay and he's not into dressing up, so maybe the dressing up/wanting to be is the weird factor. To which I pipe up that, no, based on experience with a friend, I'm saying this guy is just a sick freak. Before we can go round anymore, Mad Madam H's eyes widen and the door alarm jingles and SF is back! Again. Duuuude. Kathleen and I both scurry off. I listen as he comes over to Mad Madam H to ask if he can change. I'm assuming in the bathroom. She says no. He says, "Not even if I buy something?" No again. He leaves.
Pharmacy goddess Virginia comes over and then shares this little tale: Apparently the reason he's so afraid of pharmacy finding out about him isn't because he's just nuts, it's also because he called her one night and tried to convince her he'd just had his first period. For some reason, call her crazy, Virginia then told him it would be best if he didn't call anymore. *snort* Seems he's now on the "if he calls, hang up" and I think also on the "if he shows up, call the manager" list. Score!
The best thing to come of his 4 calls and 3 visits? Now I'm not the only one super creeped out by him, so now I feel infinitely better about it. :D
What. A. Freak.
Stayed at work an hour after I got off, shopping. Joy. Spent too much, but I think it comes out of Mom's side too, so yay for not going too nuts. Bought a spiffy tea light candle tree thing. Tis gorgeous. After December 5th or so, I'll share pictures of it. Possibly sooner, though not set up as a decoration or anything, as we don't really decorate until after my grandfather's birthday.... even though he's been dead for nearly ten years. Whoa.
Didn't sleep until after 4 in the afternoon. Which was after having breakfast at IHOP [cinnamon apple pancakes! yummy], going grocery shopping [bought a magazine simply for Eliza Dushku], waking up Thomas [so cute asleep in Sean's bed, next to the boy who was completely covered in his comforter, so I can only assume he was actually there, and I tickled the widget til he woke up and he smiled and it was so. freaking. cute.], playing with the cats [dog, and thomas] and their new cat toy, playing with Princi and Alice [pictures coming later today, yes], calling Ryan and talking for over an hour, and shopping at KMart for crap I don't need. I was a super bitch though and didn't even realize that I was hungry until I ate and was no longer super bitch. Yay!
Didn't watch Charmed. I tried, but each time I rolled my eyes and groaned. So I'll catch the last two episodes I missed sometime this week.
La. I'm off to see how badly the pics I took yesterday came out.
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Date: 2004-11-15 12:48 pm (UTC)*giggles* That's the bestest answer.
And I'm thinking that perhaps a whistle would be a good idea. Ditto on the mace. Or at least find the boy's weapony gift [wheeeee, sharp implement of doom!] and bring it to work again.