John was “over-the-top” nice
It had been days since I had seen him, but I could feel his eyes examining my worth. Yes, this does seem as if it is a sentence out of “Twilight,” unfortunately, this story has nothing to do with love, but a man I hate seeing every Friday. Working at Wal-Mart you get a variety of customers, but they day I met John I decided he was the only one of his type. John was quite strange, not only did he imply the word sweetie too much to our conversation, but act as if he had multiple personalities. The first time I waited on him he was definitely quite strange. John was “over-the-top” nice, sort of like the person who just took on a job in customer service, but yet there was a controlling demeanor in his eyes. I did not pay attention to it at first, but the next week it was very strange. He refused to enter any other line to check out besides mine. He would call me sweetie, until my head burst out of anger. Once he noticed that I hated him calling me sweetie, he flipped totally opposing my service. Of course I was happy about this; I wanted to push him off on someone else. He freaked me out! Over a month later he came through my line acting in total hatred. Rearranging the items I bagged, throwing his money at me, and acting as if prices were wrong on the shelves. These actions continued for about a month. The last time I waited on John, he had returned to calling me sweetie. When the fourth sweetie came out his mouth I went ballistic. I through my hands up in the air, and refused service. I repeatedly told John to never come through my line, and I was never his sweetie nor was I going to be. After this explosion I felt better, and John never returned to my line. However, I continue to look for his disappointing face and his crazy personality to
