So apparently I vastly underestimated the popularity of ‘Paw Patrol’ among the child population. Don’t make my mistake.
At the store I work at, we sometimes have little events for kids or teens where they have crafts, games, contests, and the like. Each one has a different theme or purpose. This time, the theme was ‘Paw Patrol’. It’s a show on the TV channel Nick Junior about a group of rescue puppies. If that doesn’t sound adorable, I don’t know what does.
I was offered a three-hour shift on Saturday to help man the Bean-bag throw game. Let me tell you something right now. Kids can throw way harder than you think they can. One boy managed to nail an old guy who was just trying to get his groceries. One little girl managed to lose the bean bag beneath a display of yams. Yet another child had no idea what to do, and instead of throwing the beanbags tried to run off with it.
The golden moments were when the kids went to pick their little prizes from a bucket I had sitting next to me. For the most part, every kid took their one prize and got out of the way of the other people in line. There were several examples, though, where this was not the case. One little boy tried to make off with a handful of prizes while my back was turned, and yet another one kept trying to find a Yo-Yo among the huge bucket of prizes, even though there weren’t any.
While it was only three hours, the shift completely exhausted me for that day. Little did I know what would come soon after.
A few uneventful days after the paw patrol event. I was working on the express lane during the rush hour when an interesting looking individual came through the line. The person in question had a rather impressive mustache and beard, with shoulder-length hair dyed green. They were sort of on the heavier side, and thus appeared rather adrogenous. The only clue I had going was the facial hair and the fact that the person in question was a baritone at the very least.
I rang up their order just fine, but when I said “Have a good day, sir!” they replied curtly with “It’s ‘Ma’am’, actually.” In their deep, baritone voice.
Horrified, I turned to apologize, but the person in question had wandered off. The next customer gazed over my shoulder with a confused expression on his face. “I thought that was a guy! We even had a conversation…” He then proceeded to try and comfort me by telling me about his time working in retail as a teenager, and he accidentally called his manager ‘Mom’.
The confusion was not limited to the one guy, though. The next people who were in line, including a woman and her children, some old fart, and one of my coworkers, were all equally bewildered. To be honest, I’m still confused. Maybe the guy was just messing with people’s heads. Or maybe they were a very unfortunate-looking woman.
Well, that wraps up this week’s episode of Tales from Retail! I hope you guys are enjoying my job as much as I am, because it’s been a blast!