I guess early on in his tenure he must have been instructed to ‘be more visible’ to the staff. I am sure I am not the only one who has had to resist the urge to find the person who told him that and choke the life out of them because what it led to was the Boob sauntering around the store, in a neon orange golf shirt, loudly proclaiming to any and all staff who couldn’t outrun him “I’m being visible! See me? I’m visible!” Well if we couldn’t see you in that shirt, we wouldn’t miss hearing you.
I think he also liked to make sure customers knew he was the boss. ‘Mr. In-Charge Boob‘. Often, with a line-up at the cash register, he would swagger over, do some weird snap and point thing that was reminiscent of a bad imitation of The Fonz and loudly proclaim to the hard-working, bedraggled cashier; “Emily! Doing an awesome job!”, to which Emily would glance up in thinly veiled disgust before continuing to ring through the line-up of customers who now looked at the cashier with a pitying “you have to work for this boob?” look.
The Boob would then glance past the cashier, see me trying to hide my head in a plastic bag full of hangers, do his ‘Fonz move’ again and yell even louder “RetailWriter! You’re doing an awesome job, too!” Just in case I felt left out from his condescending praise.