New Job

I just got a new gig working at a liquor store. I've been working there for about 2 weeks now and I'm enjoying it so far. It's in a nice area of town and so I'm not too worried about getting harassed or held up. The one thing that I do like about the job is the regulars. Of course we all know what being a regular at a liquor store means - however they are all nice, jovial and they tip really well. I'm getting some pretty entertaining stories out of the deal. People tend to be in extreme moods when they drink. They are exhausted, excited, depressed, stressed or any of the similar moods. Rarely are people "mellow" when they drink. Still I'm enjoying the odd characters that pop up and the strange states they seem to be in when they come in to see me.

Some examples:

Last night I was serenaded by a guy who had clearly had a few too many. You could nearly grab the cheap beer fumes as they emanated out of his mouth they were so thick. It was especially prevalent when he started singing "The dead skunk blues" a little ditty about a skunk being struck by a car on the highway and the resulting stench. He delivered it with full passion - eyes closed, air guitar just a strummin'. I executed a daring escape when he brought out his air harmonica and started spitting through his lips and stomping the floor. I asked him to leave when he called me gorgeous and tried to kiss my hand.

Two nights ago I, as I usually do, asked a guy how he was doing today. He looked up at me with watery eyes and said blankly, "My bird died. I'm just going to buy some beer and look at her." What do you even say to that? "Well if you're me you look dower and say, "I am sorry for your loss"

That's just two little things that have happened so far. I'm sure there'll be more coming. People are strange.