He also believes in the Chemtrail conspiracy theory nonsense and that the government is spraying us regularly to prevent our consciousness from being elevated as we move through a photon belt as we reach the end of the cycle of the Meso-american long count calendar.
I actually overheard him talking about this on the phone to someone today:
"I am telling you, you will be able to see Churches in the Sky and Synagogues in the Sky...the government doesn't want you to..." and I missed the last bit.
A regular customer of ours complained to one of the cashiers today that speaking to the new guy (the one described in the quote above) in supplements makes her feel like she is "being brainwashed". I wonder how long it will take these sorts of complaints to work themselves back to management.
Did I even mention the knife-throwing?
Last week around quittin' time (for my shift, anyway) Fra nk walked into the warehouse in back palming a knife from the kitchen drawer. He asked if I had seen Kir k and when I said "No." he explained that,
"I told him I would show him how to throw a knife properly. I used to train people how to do this."
He then pulled a piece of cardboard box out of a shopping cart of recycling and tore off a large flat section, lifted the garage door and walked into the alley, propped the piece up in the hedge on the edge of the alley and the parking lot and walked back into the store to take position. As he pinched the knife by it serrated blade he complained that it was not properly balanced for throwing, but that it would have to suffice. He let it go and the knife wobbled as it traversed the ten or so feet before the rounded tip struck the cardboard on an angle, bounced off the cedar branches and tumbled into the alley gutter (did I mention this was a knife from the staff kitchen?). I muffled a laugh and turned back into the warehouse and continued working. As I did I heard repeated "Fwaap!"s as the knife deflected off the cardboard in the alley. After five or six attempts Fran k returned to the kitchen, as he passed behind me he muttered, "...the Midas Touch; I've still got it."
After retrieving the cardboard that he left in the bushes I went for a drink of water and he was again on the telephone (he spends an awful lot of time on the phone for a new employee), this time haggling over car tires. He hung up and explained to me how expensive one garage on the South Shore was compared to another garage in the West Island. I noticed that he was still holding the knife and when he saw that I did he abandoned tire talk for again explaining that the knife was not balanced properly, then boasting that it would be preferable to fight close-quarters with such a knife and that there were various ways to take down an opponent with a short blade. All of sudden, after tucking the knife into his palm discretely, he lunged forward, mimicking the knife driving up and into my belly. He quickly ran through a variety or ways he could kill me with the knife before P hil, our new grocery manager walked in to interrupt him. Unperturbed by the change of atmosphere, F rank switched to the more welcoming audience and began making two intersecting slashing motions in the form of an X across the chest of his boss. I excused myself and walked back to anything else ...
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