Customer Stories 2

So this one is from several years ago. It was when I was a cashier at a local grocery store. Across the street was an old folks living center and they would come over all the time because they could walk there.
So every week on the same day, Tuesday, one of the elderly would come over. He was a crabby old bastard that would bring back his cans for the deposit from his last week diet cola twelve pack and use it towards this weeks twelve pack of diet cola. Every week last weeks deposit his total was $2.05 and he would then proceed to agrue it was $2 even.
Every week the cashiers would go through this, his yelling and arguing over the darn nickel. And it was never fun. And we always dreaded it.
Now I don't know why, but there are a few things that set me off and one of them is having a female coworker cry. I become very angry and do things not always right. Even if I don't like the particular person, I still become heated.
As it turns out, I did like this girl cashier and it was her turn with the old guy. We don't know what or why it was but he was in an even more cranky mood than usual. He brought her to tears and I became livid.
I walked up to her register took the old guys money and handed it back to him. I then grabbed the twelve pack and put it back on the shelf, telling him to leave and not come back.
He told me I couldnt do that and that he wanted to talk to my manager.
I told him, as far as he was concerned I was the manager (I wasn't) and that he was to leave and not come back. 
He huffed as he left and the real manager came up to me. The manager thanked me for dealing with that and told me to never do anything like that again. We never heard back from the old guy, don't know what happened to him, just hope he never bothered anyone like that again.

Customer Stories 1

This is one from a few summers ago at one of my jobs. It wasn't a very hot day and instead of AC we just had the front doors open. Now to explain alittle, even with the front doors open you can't hear into the store. And I work in the warehouse, which means I take the product and put it into the customer's car.
Now when we load a car, we take it through the front doors to prevent theft. I went out to load up this man's car. He was in his late forties early fifties. I explained to the gentleman that if we load it a certain way it would all fit no problem. He proceeded to tell me I was wrong and didn't know what I was talking about and had me load it his way.
Well, surprise of all surprises, it didn't fit. He then told me to take it all out and put it back in the way I originally explained. As I was reloading, a lady had come to the store and went inside. She turned on the assistant manager at the time and was yelling at him so load we could hear her outside, again we never hear what's going on in the store from outside. This went on until I finished with the man's order.
As I was finishing the man turned to me, "Wow she's loud. You must get some duesies in here, who's the worst customer you've ever had to deal with."
"Well sir, the worst I've ever delt with was this man who once ignored my warning, made me load up his car wrong, take it all out and reload it right again, wasting my time."
"Wow that guy sounds like an ass!"
I smirked, "I can't disagree with you sir."
He never realized I was talking about him. It still makes me laugh thinking about this one. How about you?

My First Blog

So this is what all the fuss is about? Well it seems kinda cool. I guess this will be my new journal like outlet.
Anyway abit about me. I'm Zaky, well one of them anyway. But just call me Zaky, my friends do. I am self described nerd, mostly because I am a gamer. Not just video games, but board games, RP games, and card games aswell. I also love to write, but haven't had the ability to so maybe a blog will help. Reading I'm big on reading too, I love my Kindle.
A big part of my life is based around other people. My family and friends are very important to me. And it is hard for me to juggle them properly at times, not always making the right choices. I grew up with few friends, but the ones I had were good ones. At the end of high school is where my friendship circle boomed, and it hasn't shrunk sense. Its been hard, more people means more drama, and drama is drawn to me.
See I have what I call a amalagmated personality. I tend to take on traits of the people I surround myself with. Whether phrases, mannerisms, or habits. I developed my cruelty and sarcasm from one of my cousins, and I am trying to get rid of the mean part. I got my paranoia from my step-father, though I am no where as bad as him. I am not trying to blame others for the way I am, I just see bits of others in me. It is weird, but then I am far from normal.
My mother likes to say that old phrase, "Blood is thicker than water." In the technical sense that's true. However I have learned that in my experience, not alot at 26 years but, Blood is not the final say in the matter. If I was to live by that philosophy then many who are family to me would lose some of my loyalty and those who share a common bloodline with me would be due trust that is never deserved.
I apologize that this is all over the place but these are just some of thoughts I needed to get down and I will work on it. I have stories to tell, and words to tell them with.