The Schizo Lady

The other day at work I had  a rather.. disconcerting experience. I've worked at Maceys for just over two years and in that time I've had plenty of odd... guests come through. But this lady was probably one of the weirdest and most disturbing I've ever had come through my line.
First off... she rejected the offer of a bagger, more specifically a MALE bagger. I wasn't terribly worried. At first. She asked where canned chicken was. I told her, expecting her to run and grab it or at the least demand that a bagger go grab it for her. But she didn't. Then the weird stuff started to happen. She would randomly hand me and item to scan. And sometimes she wouldn't release it. I could tell that something mental was wrong but what was I supposed to do? I kept scanning.
She asked me for water.
"Bottled water?" I asked her, completely caught off guard. What was I supposed to be? Her waitress? I tried not to look annoyed.
"Will you get me some water?" She asked again as she handed me an item for me to scan.
I was unsure what to do. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're trying to-"
"Scan that!" She demanded pushing some sour cream into my hand.
"Okay,"
"Do you have a girl bagger?" She asked me. I looked around to find that the one remaing female bagger had just gotten off. What luck.
"There aren't. I'll just bag for you." I quickly bagged some items before she could interupt with some kind of weird request.
Just as I was bagging, one of my supervisor came up to help bag. The lady insisted that he try to help me. He asked what I needed help with. I just shook my head and said I didn't need help. The lady was adamant that I needed help. He went to the end of the checkstand to start bagging. She freaked out! I ended up bagging the entire order for her as she insisted on the strangest things being bag together. And then, just when I thought it was over, she wanted her canned chicken. I tried to send my supervisor to go get it but the lady freaked out! She insisted, again, that I be the one to grab her Swanson brand canned chicken. I was starting to get freaked out. But I complied. While I got the chicken, my supervisor came down the aisle to... assist me, much to the ignorance of the psycho lady.
As I finished her order, a male guest went through the line behind me and she started to babble about how he was a boy. I was seriously freaked out. I just tried to make it through. She was CRAZY!
After she left I was reeling from the freaky experience. How does one deal with the mentally disturbed? I found out shortly thereafter that she'd been in several times before and acted similarly. It was freaky.
So, that's my exciting story about the psycho Schizo lady who came through my line a few days ago.

'Tis the season... to be perpetually annoyed.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a rather cynical people hater. Although I don't always hate people, I do get annoyed pretty easily. So... bring on the holidays. For someone like me... well the holidays are pretty much the worst times of the year. It's not because I'm a scrooge or that I hate holidays. The biggest reason, I have to admit, is that people drive me NUTS!
I worked today and it was INSANE! I swear everyone and their dog was in the store today. And they all had huge orders. I don't want to judge, being a procrastinator myself, but seriously people! We spend over a month and a half getting ready and spending so much time and effort for ONE DAY! I wish we could just simplify things. Christmas had gotten so commercialized and so crazy. All you have time for is to be stressed and then it's over in a matter of hours so all the time spent being stressed was for naught.
I didn't mean to go off on a tangent, my main purpose for this entry is to just vent about how people can drive a semi-sane person to go completely mental.
No, I don't know the price of strawberries. No, I don't know why they raised the prices of the oranges from yesterday. Or why you didn't get them the six times you were in here between tuesday and thursday. And no, I'm not happy to be spending a good portion of my time catering to you and your schizophrenia at work instead of being at home with my family. (Sigh)It's the cynic in me.
Happy holidays... whatever you celebrate... just to be PC. Ah, crap. What kind of Fulgham cares about being PC? Merry Christmas!