No, I have not had a customer smile and say "thanks for that, I am just exhausted from that strangulation earlier," as I hand them their peach cobbler. But some of these people just give you a justified set of the creeps.
While working at Lane's one of our regular weirdos was an older man in his late 60's to early 70's. He came in most Sundays in the afternoon. His right eye bulged out of his head, at least twice the size of his left eye. He was bald, grossly overweight, and had holes in his pants that would reveal that he was not wearing any underwear.
As he entered the kitchen the stench of BO would fill the air. He would promptly approach the counter and whatever poor unsuspecting girl behind it would have to answer the question "how much would it be to take you home Miss."
This routine went on and on before his remarks became less and less G rated and he had to be asked to leave and never return.
I wish I could come up with a pleasant spin on serving this niche market, but I can't. These customers are there to keep you aware of your surroundings at all times and locking your doors and windows at night.
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