I didn't Need to Know That!

A lady is pulling out her Driver License for me to see before I accept her check for payment. She stops and looks at it for a few moments. Maybe she's checking to make sure its not a credit card. (People do that all the time, hand me the wrong thing.) But then she keeps looking at it, stares at it intently for what seems like forever!

"Oh my, look how heavy I was in this picture. My cheeks are huge" she says!

I'm not gonna tell this lady, "Yeah. You were fat." So I just grin a bit, take it, write down her license number on the check and hand it back to her.

But then she, yet again, starts staring at it! Then, I suppose to justify the akward moment, proceeds to explain to me:

"This was before I had the bacterial infection in my bowels. I lost a lot of weight after that. Ten pounds in a week!"

Um...that's gross! I did not need to know that!

Oooooh-dometer!

I answered the phone today and gave the lady on the other end directions to our store. "Once you turn onto US1, we will be a 1/2 mile on your right." She thanked me and we hung up.

About 20 minutes later, a lady drops-off a pre-paid package, and as she's about to walk out, turns around and asks "Were you the one who gave me directions earlier?" ...I was the only one in the store, so I must have. "Yes" I replied.

"Well, I'd like to make a suggestion. It's hard to pay attention to the odometer on US1, so maybe you could say you are behind Wendy's"

"Oh, O.K. Thank you" I reply...holding my toungue for what I'd acutally like to say:

"Really?! Yes, US1 is a busy road, but is it necessary to use your odometer for a 1/2 mile?? Once you turn on the road, start looking for it! There are signs!"

Eh?

This morning, I was helping an elderly lady send a package. As I was filling out the label, I asked "What is the value of the items you're sending?" She looks at me blankly. I repeat "The things you're sending, how much are they worth?" She pauses, and replies "Yes." I couldn't help but chuckle a little on the inside. This poor lady couldn't hear a thing I was saying.
So as I'm yelling at this lady, I feel so mean, as the other people behind her are waiting and watching me. I'm not yelling AT her, I'm yelling FOR her. :)