One strange job I held was at a grocery store. Rather, half a grocery store. The shopping center was set up so the store was split in two: groceries held one corner and the store’s pharmacy held the other corner with smaller unrelated stores and restaurant in between. I was there part time for six months, outside pretty much the whole time.
The job I held doesn’t really exist anymore now that pretty much everyone takes their groceries to their car themselves; our customers were doing that even then. I did have a few regulars, though, and the occasional surprise. Like the lady in the 1970s Corvette who wanted me to put her bags in her passenger seat and I couldn’t figure out how to open the door!
There were no cart corrals; all our carts were supposed to be lined up on the sidewalk in front of the store. Part of my job was collecting the carts from around our half of the lot and bringing them up to the store. That wasn’t so bad except for one time when some strange man complained that I was making too much noise. Then there was New Years Eve, when we had people standing in line for carts!
I also collected the handbaskets from the registers and cleaned the windows. I was also the only one who bothered to clear the sidewalk after an ice storm. My mustache froze that night.