Customer service is the top job. As long as a customer is not being abusive, we are required to stay with them as long as they want.
I had a lady that took this to extreme lengths yesterday. Late 40's, decent looking, but liked to invade personal space and was touchy-feely. (I detest being touched by strangers.) I spent an hour and ten minutes listening to her tell me about her third tier of angels that give her directions.
Did you know that uranium wasn't always deadly radio-active? Yep, neither did I, until yesterday.
It seems that god gives her messages every morning, well, not every morning, but most mornings. Sometimes these messages are for her, but mostly they are for others that she will meet that day. She is given the message and a "thought picture" of the person she is to pass it along to, unless, of course, those pesky "third-tier" angels mess with her mental pictures.
Yesterday she was given an image of a long-haired bearded man that needed her message.
Lucky me.
So, after a brief history of the world, (another tid-bit: Adam and Eve built the ark, Noah stole it. Oh, and the flood only covered half the earth.), she decided I was the afore mentioned man.
It seems that; "Truth is not important". Her god wanted me to know that. Actually it is, but only if it deals with love. On all other occasions, nope, into the dumpster. Unless it is the truth that is provided by god through the angels, (third tier only! This is vital!), then this trumps love.
Did I understand?
"Yes, Mam."
"Really?, You don't think I'm crazy, right?"
"No, Mam." (As I was being stared at with the craziest stare I have ever seen. Really, I don't think she ever blinked. Not for the last half hour at least.)
"My husband didn't believe in my gifts. That's why I had to put him away." (I became mildly concerned at this.) "I had to divorce him, he doesn't understand." (I was relieved.) "Would you like to have coffee sometime so we can talk about this more?" (I became concerned again.)
"Sorry, my wife probably would like me to spend time with her."
"Oh, that's O.K., you can bring her along, (weird-chuckle), I'm open minded." (I became majorly concerned.)
"No, after she works, she prefers to stay at home."
"Oh, that's fine, maybe I can come over sometime and we can all talk."
"I'll ask her..." (I am not going to ask her.)
"Well, have a blessed day! I'm going to tell the Manager how great you are!"
"Thank you."
She told the head cashier to tell me that he, (the head cashier) should be in the Israeli swat-team. He isn't Jewish.
And that I was the greatest customer service person she had ever met.
I'm still weirded out.