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I worked in a family pizzeria for several years as a second job. Some of the customers there would amaze you!.
Anyway, there was one lady that would come in the instant we opened (10:30 am). She was always attired in fairly decent clothing, but messy and dirty. She wanted to buy two slices of pizza and would question me as to whether they were freshly made or leftovers from the day before. I'd reassure her that we never served anything from the day before and all our pizza's were just made. She'd hand over her money ($3.14 worth) and it was always filthy, mangled change that had obviously been salvaged off the ground. Then she'd disappear into the ladies room and take a bath. Literally. 15 minutes later she would reappear, damp and shiny, and take her pizza. We'd then have to go mop up the restroom.
Another lady in her mid-30's would come in to eat once in a while in the mid-afternoon. Luckily, that was when there were few or no customers about. She was a bit overweight and always dressed as a streetwalker might...short shorts with her butt cheeks showing, see thru blouses with no bra, rolls of fat showing around the edges of her too tight clothing. She would order an entire pizza and a pitcher of coke and sit at a booth near the back of the restaurant. Now this is where things got weird. She would talk out loud to herself, as though she were having a conversation with an invisible person. Sometimes these conversations were mumbled and sometimes they were vehement. She would toss her long hair over her shoulder in a flirtatious manner and she constantly squirmed around on the bench. It appeared at times as though she was playing with herself, but none of us wanted to get close enough to verify that for sure. This would last a very long, uncomfortable 90 minutes or so, then she'd pay and saunter out.
Then there was the kitchen helper that was always drunk. He would drop the change, lean down to pick it up and bump the register drawer on his way up..exploding all the change out and onto him and the floor. He got very belligerant at times with the customers and/or employees. He rode a bicycle and would wobble away when his shift was over. Needless to say, he didn't last long.
Fun, fun.
I miss that place!
Stormie
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