"Where's My Check?"

The dude who has a poor work ethic (though is fertile) and expecting a check from Obama came in yesterday.
"Oh man I need that check, did you hear Obama's going to give us checks like we got last year? I need that. I need to get my wife a ring for our anniversary and I"m looking to spend about $500 since it's our fifth year." Well dear, that's a nice sentiment, but why don't you buy her some birth control pills so she doesn't have to keep kicking out your kids year after year? You know you won't pay child support for them when you leave anyway! Save us taxpayers some bread, wouldja?

He went on and on about how handy that check is going to be, all the things they want to spend it on....not once were bills, food, rent mentioned. Anyone who disagrees with the sentiment that poverty is a mental disease for most, needs to spend a week in the company of people like this.

"I'm being profiled, man!"

Brandon the Skinhead came in again, and first thing out of his mouth is this jewel:
"You know how they profile blacks and Mexicans right? They see 'em driving cars with rims and shit, and the cars cost more than the cops know they can afford, right? So they pull them over!"
I just made noises like 'ah' or something, probably to cover up the retch that was trying to escape at having to deal with him. Then he continued with this story about how they profiled HIM just because of his beliefs. (He never says WHAT his beliefs are, let us clear this up, so the uninformed would probably be standing there wondering if he was a persecuted Christian or some such thing, the pious way he acts and all....)

I asked, "How do they know to pull you over, all the swastikas on your car?" Didn't faze him a bit!
"Well they just profile me because of my beliefs, man, and that shit ain't right!"
I said, "Well people who claim they are being profiled can't all be right and they can't all be wrong, so how is it ok for other people to get pulled over and not you?" (Again, no fazing happening here. He ignored that and continued with the story of Brandon The Poor Persecuted Skinhead.)
He kept going on about how he's one of the good guys and the cops should just lay off because they don't know it but he's on THEIR side, etc. As soon as I gave him his money I had to go find something in the back to do, there's only so much of him I can take and still keep my job.
I really do want to know though how the cops see him driving around and just know he's a skinhead and pull him over to bust his chops. Can't get an answer out of him; it really MUST be all the swastikas.....

'I have the worst luck with men!"

Gal comes in today, and tells us her boyfriend/husband (not sure which, and she probably isn't either!) died while she was in the hospital, and he had been dead three days before anyone found him. The problem is, he's the third man in her life to die while involved with her. She was saying, "I have the worst luck with men!" This drug-addled, one-tooth-having meth head can't seem to get it through her skull that, yeah when the men you shack up with are meth heads like you, they do tend to die when they...OVERDOSE! She kept on and on about how she had no idea how he died or what caused it, how 'no one knows', etc. This guy was in and out and in and out of jail, he was a drug addict and an alcoholic, and she can't even think of ONE thing that might have caused his end? Well here's a guess: while she was in the hospital, he didn't have to share his meth, so he smoked it ALL BY HIMSELF and overdosed. Ya think?

The last guy died in the middle of the street, high on methadone. She told me today, "They sold his house for $10,000, and had to completely re-do it!" I said, "Yeah that tends to happen to meth labs!" and it went right over her head. She was so high today, I'm sure she couldn't hear anything I said anyway. She usually doesn't. Then she kept on and on and on about her dead husband/boyfriend and how his family didn't like her; she would not shut up. After the fourth or fifth time of hearing how his family didn't like her, I said, "Probably because they think you killed their son!" hoping it would shock her into shutting up or leaving, since she was positively manic up at the counter. WHOOOSH she heard, "Tell me more, I find you fascinating!" and I finally had to leave the counter to get her off me. Ugh.