So, I'm working the graveyard shift for the next 3 months which is fine. It's kind of a vacation. while it's hard mentally and socially, it also means less actual work and less dealing with people. BUT the few people are deal with are mostly crack heads and weirdos. Suddenly people will realise at 2 in the morning that they can no longer keep their friends dog and need to get rid of it rightnow.
This was an inane conversation I had at 3.15am.
her: I just found a kitten and it's meowing really loudly and upsetting my neighbours. Your website says you don't open till 11, is that the earliest I can bring it down?
me: There will be people here at 8.30, you can come down then.
her: eight humphrey?
At this point I just baby talked eeeiiiiightt tttthhhhiirrrrrttteeeeyyyy at her. but I couldn't stop thinking about the brain function of someone expecting to hear a time but inserting a mans name into the slot instead. I spent the rest of the shift saying 'eight humphrey' to myself and chuckling.
People are strange.
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