Oh, speaking of hitting on me...Some fucking weirdo customer tried doing just that while I was trying to talk to my associate. I was telling him to do a cart count and recover the craft aisle, and this dude interrupts us and goes, "I like your earrings". I was like, "thanks." and continued my conversation. And of course, he looked like a total scumbag because that's the only type that seems to be attracted to me, at least, in real life. But it's like, yeah, I'm sure my earrings is what you fucking noticed, you fucking jerkoff. Unless you're gay, you don't give a flying fuck about my earrings.