omg long post alert.

Ok, I work in this store right. And I work early, and the only people who are awake early because they're not working or sleeping out a hangover or being in kindergarden or all of the above, are old people. And omg, it's like working with snails. First they don't hear me, then they don't hear me again, then they take out one and one penny out of their tiny little moneybags, and then they lose track on how much money they've counted to and start all over again. They're whiny, they're slow. And then they come up with these jokes that used to be funny when they were young in like, 1842, and I can't get away because I'm behind the register and there's nowhere to run really. Then they stare at you until you smile or laugh. Then they come back the next day and tell it again because they don't recognize you because they're all senile and stuff. Oh, and they smell too.