My co-workers laugh at me because I attract all of the crazies...
 
Tonight at work, I was helping this very ungrateful and mean woman find a random book (from 1997 I think) on Martha Stewart. It was in absolutely no stores in Ontario (and believe me, she had me check).  Anyway, I wrote down the book title, etc, and while I was standing up (as I was bent down over the computer desk), she said (with a voice completely full of disgust): "Your hair smells like paint." Ok, so I know my hair doesn't smell like paint, because the store is being repainted.  So it's the store  that smells, not me. I really had to hold in the urge to tell her that she smells a hell of a lot worse than paint. Sigh.

Apparently, a man complained that the bathroom doors squeak a little too much, and he finds it hard to talk on his cell phone while standing in the bathroom corridor. Some people are so picky... and it's not like the bathroom corridor is for talking on cell phones, anyway.