My
Wife Isn’t Home
Thankfully this post is NOT
about my wife, she may not be home currently but she will be after she gets of
work. This is an interesting story about a customer I dealt with today.
Honestly it’s not really funny, and it’s more of a documentation of what just happened
to me a few hours ago. I sometimes forget Dundalk will never cease to amaze me
because just when I think I’ve seen/heard it all, someone walks thru the door
to make me go ‘W-T-F just happened’? For example, here’s what happened today;
It was a quiet Wednesday. My
shift was coming to a close in just a little over an hour when a young African
American man walked into the store. He was wearing a red and black checkered
hoodie that had spades on it. I stood up from sitting and said, “Hi how are you
today?”
“Terrible” He said flatly.
This response momentarily blocked my usual answer of, “Good,
if I can help you find something just let me know”. I was not used to people
being honest with me about how they really were. Upon further inspection I
noticed this guy was dead serious. His pug like eyes (the only humorous thing
about this encounter) swept the floor as he said, “My wife left me. She didn’t
come home last night.” Again, I was left speechless and I really couldn’t think
of what to say to him so I fidgeted with things behind the counter. He walked
up to the fish bowl and asked, “Where are your women’s panties?”
Trying to not think about how pug like his eyes were and how
I knew this was going to be a tense experience I said calmly, “What size is
she?”
“Small” He said miserably.
“Over there,” I pointed to the biggest wall of ladies
panties we had, “They’re all priced and sized on the tags.” I was NOT leaving
the fish bowl to help him search for a small size because he didn’t look like
he was stable.
“Why does a woman leave her husband?” He said loudly. I
blinked, again not sure if I should try to respond or just leave him be. Before
I could decide anything he started to say in a raised voice, “She just won’t
come home! WHY does a WIFE not come home to her husband?! She’s MY WIFE!” He
repeated this over and over to the panties in front of him before he picked a
black thong with tiny hearts all over it. He shuffled to the counter and put the
panties in the turn style. I was kind of curious as to why he was buying a
thong when the woman in question clearly was not at home and probably would never
wear them from the sounds of it. But, it’s not my place to judge so I turned
the style and rang up the panties. I read him his total and he said loudly to
me or no one, “I don’t know why I’m buying this; it’s like buying underwear for
no one anyway”
“Do you still want it….?” I wasn’t going to force him to buy
it but he said nothing and just stared at me so I eventually rang him up. As I
rang him up he continued to ask over and over why his wife wouldn’t come home
and what would possess a wife to not come home to her husband. As he ranted as I
put the thong and his receipt into the bag before I twirled the turn style back
to him. As he turned to leave I said
hopefully, “I hope your night gets better and I hope things work out for you.”
He turned very slowly around to face me with a look of pure
disgust and anger, “How?”
I blinked, shrugged, and said, “Sometimes you just got to
make the best of a horrible situation”
“No. You can’t ‘make’ anything better when your wife has
LEFT you! She is my WORLD, without her I’m NOTHING. I should be dead right now.
Dead.” I was now VERY uncomfortable and looked down because I could see no
matter how positive I was trying to be he was always going to find a way to
make the situation worse. “She’s my LIFE and she’s LEFT me….there’s no fixing
that…..I should’ve DIED a long time ago…a long time ago….” With that haunting message
he left the store blinking back tears.
I was left feeling a menagerie
of feelings; 1) Thankful, that he didn’t get physical with the plexi-glass
cage. Cuz for a moment in there he looked like he was going to start throwing
stuff with how disgusted he was with me telling him to try to have a good night. 2) Grateful, that he didn’t physically
hurt himself in front of me. Also, I am very grateful no one else came into the
store while he was here because that would’ve been SUPER awkward for another
customer to be exposed to that without the protective cage. 3) Hope, that he
DOESN’T do anything stupid now that he’s gone to do whatever he was headed to
do.
So, I apologize that this entry
was intense but I haven’t posted anything in a long time and I thought it was
worthy of a post. Cuz let’s face it; it’s not something you get every day at a
retail store, let alone a porn store! Let’s hope someone fun comes in soon to
wash away this one, yeah? Oi to the vey!
