The other night at work, this lady walks in the exit door and comes up to me at my register (while I’m ringing a customer up) and asks, “Who’s going to help me? Where’s the bathroom?”
“The bathroom’s right on the other side there, left when you walk in the entrance door.”
“Well, who’s going to help me?”
“Uh, go to the service desk when you’re done in the bathroom and someone there will be able to assist you.”
I go about my business and eventually the night quiets down and there aren’t a lot of people in the store. I see Joel who was working electronics this night, walk by holding a plastic bag for the lady I saw earlier. He puts it down by the service desk and the lady walks to the bathroom again. Talking with another one of the cashiers, she tells me that the lady started yelling at her and a customer (Whom she assumed worked here too, even though we have a uniform of red shirts and the lady was wearing green) that someone needed to help her our to her car (with her one bag).
Well, I get volunteered to escort her and her one bag (which has a foam baseball bat and a deck of playing cards, which weighed maybe two pounds at most). I try to make small talk with and she asks how old I am.
“19.”
“Oh. Do you know Jesus yet?”
“Uh, not personally.”
“God can help you do your make-up, pick out your clothes and even pick out the man you marry!”
“…Uh, yeah, my grandma goes to church she knows about God. I’ll have to hang out with her more.”
“Christian?”
“Yeah, Presbyterian.”
“Well, that’s good enough I guess.”
Than her husband pulls up and gives me a business card so I could download him singing the ten commandments.
It was hard not to just burst out laughing at them.