  Inane Question du Jour I began today what I hope will become a tradition in my remaining career as a clerk, which was posting the Inane Question du Jour, which was "Is a female chipmunk a chipnun? " on the keyboard stand of a fellow cashier. I witnessed a number of customers go by and their reactions, which ranged from "[Legit belly laugh] that's really funny!
" to "Heh Heh..." to "You spell monk with an 'O', you know! " Thanks, dude, I guess you're some kind of humorless, pedantic jerkface then? Clearly there is a demonstrable and obvious difference in the pronunciation of the two words, but that can be easily excused in appreciating the pun. Just a gut reaction. C'mon folks, I know that it's not any kind of 'A' material, but you don't have to be a twat about it. At least don't fuel the gossip fire that we re-kindle upon your leaving, receipt in hand. At least that one little piece of paper made some people laugh.
As a cashier, I have the power to make your day so much better with my minor funny additions to your shopping experience, and you don't even realize it. Mooching Jerkface Although the majority of the cashiers is under 18, the majority are smokers. Today a certain other cashier, taking his allotted 10 minute cigarette break stuck his hand out with an air of expectation--entitlement even--to a fellow bagger (cashiers and baggers and interchangeable at this store) so as to bum a smoke.
Jerkface. Cigarettes=money, and when a packet of cigarettes is worth more than an hour of work, you might want to think twice about asking, unless you can definitely assure him of a purchased-but-absent compensation cigarette. Don't be that guy dude, just don't. Wonder Boy Wonder Boy is the name I give to customer who has been something of a regular to the store recently. Today he was wearing aviators, as per usual, and a head-to-toe Abercrombie and Fitch jumpsuit. He first came in with his mother and they bought hamburger buns and some type of vegetable.
His manner and look screamed camp to me, but my gay-dar is so jammed in this day and age (curse you to hell, Details magazine). I had him pegged for a fairy until he came into the store later, this time (the first time ever) sans sunglasses, accompanied by a not-to-bad-looking girl. This new development in the vast anthropological pool from which all cashiers sample in their day-to-day is truly fascinating. Keep aware of further updates. A Fellow Employee vs. Jerkface from Out of Town. A bagger at the store is mentally handicapped, but in a minor way. She is very sweet to all the kids who come through the store, usually asking them how school was during June and, as the summer progresses, asking them how camp was.
Some woman came in today with her daughter who looked to be between nine and eleven years old, to who my accomplice in check-out posed "How was day camp today? " The girl replied that she does not go to camp, a totally legitimate response, but her mother appended "What camp? " When my co-worker replied "The day camp at the park; in town," the girls mother replied "Oh, she doesn't go to camp here; we're from California.
Did you think that you recognized her. " Now, the posing of the question "How was camp today" does not need to be predicated on fellowship or even acquaintance with the object of the question. My gregarious bagger was simply making the assumed leap to the assumption that the girl went to camp. The supercilious tone that the customer took was so very unnecessary and hostile even. 
