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Dear Santa,
Remember when I was six and I said "I wish it could be Christmas forever!" Well, I changed my mind. Please postpone christmas.... indefinitely.
Signed,
The Cashier.

and...

Dear Walmart Customers,
You have forever ruined Christmas for me.
Gee, Thanks,
The Cashier.

So how was my day? I guess the letters don't explain it enough.
I was invited to an orgy with 6 other co-workers. I'm not sure if he was kidding.
I think I touched poop.
And I had a really awesome conversation with my manager:
"Hey, do you remember that nightmare I told you about? The one where I was at work?" - me
"Yeah..." - manager
"I think I'm in it." - me
"You're really cocky. You know that?" - manager
The customer I was waiting on about died from laughter.
"Yeah, only when I'm tired. Hey, when is my last break?" - me
"3:30" - manager
I look at the time. It's 3:33.
"You mean 3 minutes ago?"

I don't have any really memorable customers... except one.

I had this lady who asked me for a paper towel. We have one roll between a dozen registers, and I just so happen to be the one hording it. I hand her a sheet, and she proceeds to dap at my register's belt. She was complaining about the milk on the register from the inconsiderate lady before her. She doesn't realize that milk is a hot seller and a lot of people buy it - all day long . In fact, at the end of the day when I wash my belt down the paper towels come out black. Anyways, she places two boxes of pots and pans down on the belt in places where there are no recent milk spots - about 4 feet apart. I pick one up, scan it, and proceed to place it on the turntable beside me when the lady shouts, "NO! That lady had milk!" As if milk would hurt her purchase. She flaps for a moment while she rearranges the clothes in her hand and takes the heavy box from me. I scan the next one and plop it down on the table where most people place their hands, wallets, purses, writing instruments, sneezes, coughs, children in dirty diapers. It doesn't have milk on it, but it has about 7 different types of influenza. She then trades me and shoves a nice big handful of clothes at me.

Lesson: Don't cry over spilt milk. It might lead to herpes.

Only one week til Christmas.

Just another holiday week at your local friendly Walmart!