Senior citizens of the world, SMILE! :)

It was Senior's day today at Shopper's Drug Mart. I couldn't have picked a worst time to go in and do a reline.

Now I have nothing against old people. In fact, the brightest my day has ever been made in the past was made by a sweet old lady that I talked with for 30 minutes at my old cheese job. She was brimming with life and full of joy and had so much nice things to say. Of course, the shittest my day has ever been made was also made by an old person.

There are two types of old people: the overly positive ones and the overly negative ones. The latter is so much more abundant in the world, sadly. But who can blame them? Punk kids like me make them frown, after all. The least they can do is add to the negativity of life by saying a couple of things so that they can get five seconds of jollies.

I always try to keep my work area clean. I don't mean to keep things a mess so that the aisle is unwalkable, because I also have to walk around to work properly. But sometimes I can't help when a couple of boxes are scattered about, trays are all over the floor, and garbage here and there. I'm only one person doing this big messy job, but customers, of course, suck.

I worked alone today, so it as hard enough scattering around trying to manage everything at the same time. I don't know why some people insist on walking through an aisle that's obviously unwalkable... ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE PUSHING A FREAKIN SHOPPING CART. Bumping into things, knocking over boxes, making my life all sucky and all...

Out of the corner of my eye today in the middle of my shift, I saw an old lady with a walker walk in the store. She walked extremely slow. Seriously, a snail is faster. OK, maybe not. In my head, I was thinking, "please please please please please, don't walk through my aisle. PLEASSEE." Of course, what happens? SHE WALKS THROUGH MY AISLE. I stopped working because I really can't do anything with customer interference, especially someone as frail and fragile as her. I was afraid that the wind from my walking around would knock her over. She makes her way down my aisle ever so slowly, not turning to look at any products. Why the hell did you walk down my aisle if you're not shopping in it?? LOGICAL HUMANS. The whole time i was hoping really hard that she doesn't slip on anything I had laying on the ground because I really wouldn't want to deal with that. As she neared the end of the aisle, she turned around, looked on the floor, looked at me, and said, "you know, someone can slip on that."

OMIGOD!! NO WAII!!!

"Oh, okay." I said without looking at her, in such a tone that my absolute disdain for her showed in the icy coldness of my entire tone and presentation and all. LOGIC.

Another thing about you cynical old people (not to you happy ones. ur cool n stuff.). SMILE. You walk around like it's the end of the world or something, your frown brings forth more wrinkles in your already wrinkled face.

Don't walk through my aisle if you're not gonna shop and stuff, then step all over the products and think it's my fault. Fuck that, the customer's never always right.