Ok so, i have a theory, which really isn't much a a theory as much as it is a fact. Spring time is here and the weather is getting better which means all the crazy people that roam Brady street are out. Yesterday a lady came in asking if i have any shoes in the store that were under $10. Sorry no. we don't. Then she asks if we have any shoes in size 9. I tell her yes, and she says " ok are they under $10?" Ummm no they are not... so she proceeds to go around the store picking up different shoes asking me if they are under $10. Now by this time i can barely hide my laughing... Then she goes by the jewelry. Seeing as i know that there is something a little off with her i know that i must keep an eye on her so a: she doesn't steal anything 2: pee on anything or c: try to stab me with a pencil or something. So as she is looking at the jewelry she asks if i went to Woodstock. I replied no i had not, and asked her if she did. She was like NO! So i let out a little giggle, because where does that question come out of right? Then sporadically she walks around the store dancing ever so slightly to the music and randomly yells out "WOODSTOCK!" Oh it was too much for me... she was carrying things around the store like she was "going to buy" the items, but she would ask the strangest requests. She asked for a pair of $20 shoes to be fixed on the bottom, because she would slip on grass in them.... yeah all too weird...
And just now, a older man came flying through the door holding one of those old scuba diving metal helmets asking if i wanted to buy it!!!! No joke! What the hell am i going to do with a huge metal scuba helmet? Oh i do love this street... it is so entertaining!
Oh and earlier i called a number to put a hold on something i ordered and i was directed to call another number... i called the other number and it turned out to be a dirty sex talk line!!! HA ha ha ! it would only happen to me.... i have such luck with porn calls dont I?
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I think Brady Street is where the crazies have been exiled to:-)
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