I work at the Wild Oats in downtown Salt Lake City. It is on two major roads and a major stop on the UTA Trax line. Trolley. because of these thing i get to meet a lot of interesting people every day. and some crazies and some dumbs.
the best are the crazies. those people who come in 4 or 5 times a day. think that they are gods of the world and think that they can treat you like a lower being because they shop so often and those people that are really just nuts. nuts i say.
ex. "Where is Cracker Land?" says a woman looking to find the crackers. "It is next to Cheese Island." i say because cheese has its own little circle of coolers around it and it doesn't touch any other department.
the dumbs. they are alright. but i know they have NO idea that they are in a health food store or a store that promotes and supports better products than those that are advertised for a million times a day. this happens near the beer cooler more than anywhere for me.
ex. "do you have domestic beer... say like Coors", "no, but we have Pabst (PBR)"Pabst isnt real beer."
ex."Do you have REGULAR potato chips?" "umm, yes, but you want Lays don't you." "Yes." well then no we do not have regular potato chips. but we have all these other kinds that are irregular"
damn people are dumb.
the other are the interesting people for me those are friends and people i can connect with because we chat about food or the store or whatever. this also includes the home less and insane. there is an old man that sits on the mezzanine and we chat about what is is produce and what is in grocery and how cats are the better than dogs because lions are cats but the dog doesn't have something like a lion. they are all the same size. other than great dane's. but great dane's couldn't fight a lion.
i also like the name of our store. Wild Oats. to me that promotes free love and sexual intercourse without boundaries.
sewin' Wild Oats