I have a ton of stories, particularly around working in retail.
I'll tell you of a really confusing tale from this week. I'm a part-time cashier, and truly enjoy the job. The store I work at allows me to pick up pretty much any shifts I want within reason, and I'm never scheduled without my explicit permission. I REALLY enjoy the mindless scanning and a majority of the time, I get to interact with some really nice people, and the cute babies make my entire day.
Today's story happens at the end of my shift. I had about 7 minutes before I could leave my register to clock out, and I was finishing up with two customers with very full carts. No biggie, it'll time the end of my shift perfectly.
The final lady comes through, nothing strange about it, just a lot of small stuff to sort through. She's still loading the belt with her items, and behind her a woman (Soda Lady) goes around her to get to the soda fridge, taking pictures of the inside. Didn't think much of it, the two of them shared pleasantries and "oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way" "no it's fine! I'm taking my sweet time here" what not conversation.
Soda Lady mumbles something, but I'm just minding my business, and note that she sounded a little awkward. I am the same way, and recognized the speech pattern immediately, so of course I'm keeping my eyes down at my work.
Out of nowhere, Soda Lady starts panicking. I jump, startled at her sudden outburst but just assume it's something else. She starts walking around in circles, saying things like "oh my god it's all over my shoes! It's on my shoes! It's everywhere! Do you have a paper towel?" in a frantic voice. I'm mega confused, and the customer I'm helping shares glances with me.
Soda Lady points to the floor, in an area I can't see from my register. I lean over the belt and see something wet on the floor. I'm thinking great! Someone spilled something and she's still going on and on about whatever is on the floor. "is that egg?? That looks like egg!"
Sure enough, the spots she's now spread around with her shoe were yolk-yellow, and there's one big spot that looks like someone cracked an egg on the floor. No shells around, just the egg.
So I'm like "oh god okay I'll go grab someone" and ask a coworker to call over someone. Another coworker rushes over, checking out the situation. He asks me questions while I finish scanning the customers items, and I'm only able to say what I saw happen. Which was basically nothing. He gets a manager over to help and they get her a paper towel
The weirdest part? I was at that register for two hours, no one said a word. Not a single "hey there's a mess on the floor"
The customer I helped checked her egg cartons. No eggs were missing. No one else had eggs before her.
Where did the egg come from? There was no shell, no indication of being put there. What happened? I don't know. Maybe she planted the egg from her pocket? Maybe someone slipped by and put it there when I wasn't looking.
I'll never know.