What makes you happy? Is happiness a relevant term, or is it permanent. I think it's highly unrealistic to think you can be happy all the time. Or to think other people should be happy all the time. In fact, I think happiness is one of those long-sought-after things which is usually so elusive to the general populace.

I'd like to think I'm happy. At least, the majority of the time, I'm a happy, upbeat person. I'm a little weird. I like to freak people out to get kicks. But on whole, I would say that despite all the bad things which happen in my life, I happy for the sake of being happy. Sometimes that's all we have, and it has to be enough.

Today, I was at work and was on the cash register. I'm always very diligent about always having my cash drawer come out perfectly. I like ever cent to be accounted for. This lady came through my life. She had a return, but had no receipt. It's store policy to have a receipt for returns. I called up Kim, one of the managers, because I do not have the authority to do returns.

We check the two items, one of which was in fact not from our store and the second, which was only worth two dollars. The woman claimed she paid more for it, but it didn't work when she brought it in, so I think she broke it anyways. I told her we could do an equal exchange. She would give us her two dollar item and she could essentially pick out a two dollar item to exchange it with. No big deal.

Well then she looked around the store for about an hour and a half. I suppose that should have been my first clue that something was up. Well we did an equal exchange, and the item she was purchasing cost twenty cents more than her original item, so she gave me the difference.

As she was walking with her cart out of the store, which I should have known THEN that something was up because she just had her coat and her purse and this card she had exchanged for, I noticed she had about twenty or so dollars of candles under her coat!

She had purposefully distracted me at the register saying she didn't want this and did want that and oh how much does that cost blah blah blah and she was all the while RIPPING ME OFF!

She was like NINETY FRICKIN YEARS OLD~~~~~~~ <3

Anyways, it was all very disturbing, but then I went to get her license plate number but she made a mad dash for her car and sped away. It was kind of remarkable actually. I told my manager and luckily she wasn't mad or anything. At least I know now that if they're trying to distract you, you should insist they lift their coats from the basket to make sure they're not hiding anything.

Crafty old ladies...