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Customers
Random thought: If I wear a work polo into any store or restaurant, I am an instant celebrity. I get "I know you! I buy my games from you!" or "Thanks for recommending (random game here). It's awesome!" or "I'm glad you're here! I have a question--" which were all cool at first but got old fast. I like to get away from customers on my 30-minute lunch break, so you can imagine my disappointment in having to deal with one at the KFC drive-thru window, for example.
And then there are those customers who stalk me by looking me up on Facebook without ever knowing my last name, and sending friend requests. A guy added me two weeks ago, and I had no idea who he was, so I didn't confirm or deny his request. He had a unique last name, though, so when he came into my store to reserve Pokemon X and I had to enter his name in my system, the bulb in my head instantly clicked on, and I put two and two together.
Crazy customers.
And then there are those customers who stalk me by looking me up on Facebook without ever knowing my last name, and sending friend requests. A guy added me two weeks ago, and I had no idea who he was, so I didn't confirm or deny his request. He had a unique last name, though, so when he came into my store to reserve Pokemon X and I had to enter his name in my system, the bulb in my head instantly clicked on, and I put two and two together.
Crazy customers.