more efy, busing and customer shenanigans

So its been a while again, I know. But since my last post, I have picked up a shift in the grill busing! Woo hoo! Even more stories about people and their weird/rude/annoying habits! So lets just start with the busing stories. Lets see. Oh well just the other day, I was going about my usual busing duties, a family came in toting an adorable little puppy. I'm not sure what it was, looked like some kind of spaniel mix or something, but regardless it was cute. So I continued doing what I was doing, and at one point I peaked over at their table, and I saw the mom holding the puppy on her right leg under the table, while looking over to her left at something, meanwhile her maybe 7 year old son had his ice cream cone also under the table and was letting the puppy go to town on it, while he was tentatively licking the other side at the same time. So basically what I see is a puppy and a little boy secretly sharing an ice cream cone. It just struck me particularly hilarious. Haha and when I came back, the boy had the ice cream cone all to himself again and had about finished it off. Which is, needless to say, pretty gross. I could tell a million little stories about my major pet peeve of busing, but I'll just sum it up real quick: people leaving ALL their crap on the table. They don't pick up a thing. It is so aggravating. And then sometimes people just leave and I cant tell if they still want their food or if they are just leaving it or what. So sometimes I just leave it there, just to be sure I dont throw someone's food away. But this leads to more people getting pissed at me and telling me to clean tables for them. Ugh this one lady in particular called me from the back where I was doing dishes. From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was going to be a pain. She was probably about 45, and was sporting a zebra skirt with leggings from a store that I probably shop at, with a pale green t-shirt and, here's the winner, a matching green fedora hat. And she was obscenely tan. Not my kind of woman. And all my pre-judgments based on her appearance were correct. She talked to me like I was her house keeper when she very impolitely asked me to clean her table, while her two rambunctious little girls bounced around and watched me. I'm sure glad their mother is setting the wonderful example of treating other people like they are of a lower race than they are. She almost forgot a thank you until my back was turned and I was walking away. I just kind of laughed to myself and kept walking. Oh and the EFY kids are not any more pleasurable that they are in the grocery section. They are definitely worse on this side of the store. They all cram into the ice cream line and chatter incessantly about mundane, immature things like the boys across the way or how their hair is looking or how much money their parents gave them to spend on absolute crap. And there are so many of them that I have to shove my way through them. And they conveniently are always standing right where I need to be. And the phrase excuse me either doesn't exist to them or they are just deaf to people who aren't immature little brats like themselves. So EFY is no better on the grill side of things. Back to my personal favorite, grocery, I have been having so much fun (sarcasm heavily implied here) with the new freshman. They are just about as annoying as the EFY kids. But they are a little more fun to observe because you can pick 'em out so quick due to their obvious nervousness and/or overly bold behavior. There is one freshman, however, that I cannot stand. And I seem to see him every single time I work grocery. I had my first run in with him earlier this week I think, maybe last week. So I'm sitting at my register and he comes up asking me where the food coloring is. I kindly take him down the right isle and point it out on the shelf. Expecting a thank you or at least something of that nature, I am utterly surprised when he turns to his friend and scoffs, "See, women are just better at finding things on shelves." It took every thing I had in me not to punch him in the face right there. I was more than ready to introduce his face to one of those shelves that I was so familiar with. Later that same day he came in with a cart saying that he'd found it by his dorm, so I pointed to the other carts and told him to put it there. He just looked at me and said, "No, but I found this alllll the way out by my dorm." I was more than short with him when I repeated that he should just put it with the others. I hope he felt my icy disdain. Ugh enough about that, today I had a run in with a gaggle of air head EFY girls. The kind of girls that give females a bad name. After being sufficiently giggly and ridiculous, one of the girls went to get her money, momentarily forgetting where it was, then smiling and pulling it out of her shirt. Yes, she had a 20 in her bra. Then she apologized for using a 20 on something so cheap. I just looked at her. In my mind I was like really? I'm sorry that I have to touch this money you just pulled out of your bra. Thats what I'm sorry about. And I'm sorry that you are trying to draw attention to your little A-cup chest. You'll soon learn not to want people to notice that you have no boobs. Almost all of my fake politeness was used up on that group, seeing as she almost forgot the one item she purchased as she left. I am also over people who think they are funny. We get people in there every day who say or do stupid things, mistakenly thinking that we want them to entertain us with their comedic prowess. We don't want that. We certainly don't want you to try and be funny by saying or doing awkward or strange things. But people seem to think this is the way to go, that is what the "cool" people do. Its not. This man came through the other day and as I was ringing him up he said he wanted a discount. I just smiled and mentally rolled my eyes as always, but stopped when he told me that President Monson said he should get a discount. Really? In my mind thats all I can think. Really? Is this guy serious? This is a serious place, we can be serious here. And I wanted to ask him if he was serious. I mean what am I supposed to say to that? Its not really funny. Its mostly just lame. I just laughed my super fake laugh and said something about how I can't say no to that. Except I am going to say no to that. I guess he did that to someone else on campus, and I am envious of their response, which was, "Oh well I'll just give you the same discount as Pres. Monson." when he asked what that discount was, the person responded, "Oh, Pres. Monson would never ask for a discount." Ha I just think that is so clever. Too bad I'm not that quick. Too bad I didn't get to talk to this super cranky guy today who told one of the managers, (and I quote) "Well, I've spent my whole life trying to stay away from BYU, but now I'm here, and I want some ice cream, so where can I get some?" I guess he was scowling and unpleasant the entire conversation, and he even came through my line, but didn't say anything as charming as that. If he had, I would've been all to tempted for thank him for his donation to the Lord's university, or something ridiculous like that. Ah well. Maybe next time. And now it is time for bed. Goodnight all.