A few years ago, Weird Michelle randomly asks me how long I've worked at Retail Hell. Then she asks me if I've ever worked at the Return Desk there. Then she asked me if I ever remember some of the odder customers I encountered there.
She then goes on to ask me if I remember a customer who was returning an air conditioner. There were issues with the return for various reasons...
OMG! She was talking about my first encounter with Weird Michelle...before I knew she was Weird Michelle.
Basically, there were issues with credit card because she was getting divorced and she was stressing out a lot (no, really, A LOT!) and she had Pre-Bonk with her while dealing with all this...and he had to POOP. LIKE RIGHT NOW MOM! NOW!
She tells me that I was the epitome of professionalism. Totally calm, totally great to her, even with her having to take Pre-Bonk to the bathroom RIGHT NOW to POOP. RIGHT. NOW.
I mention this today, because Weird Michelle texted me a picture of her dogs, in their kennel. She texted after I didn't respond to tell me the pictures were supposed to be how the one dog pee'd in the tray and then pushed the tray out of the kennel.
Yes. The woman I first encountered at the Return Desk while her preschool aged son yelled, "MOOOOM! I HAVE TO POOOOOOP. RIGHT. NOW." while she came as close as I've ever seen to someone having a total emotional breakdown from stress is now texting me random pictures of pee. I think she's the Queen of Bodily Functions.
Again, I ask you, WHERE DO THEY FIND THEM, AND WHY DO THEY KEEP BRINGING THEM TO ME?!
