Woman On The Phone: Someone told me about a book of poetry that sounds very interesting. I don't know the author. And I can't remember if the title of the book is "A Few Years Ago" or if the book was just published a few years ago. Can you find that for me?
Customer: Do I have to pay to sit in your soft chairs?
Me: No, luckily for you, this is one of our non-totalitarian locations.
Customer [at the registers, looking very confused]: Is this the library?
Customer: I need to find some famous book by Aristotle Schwartz.
Me: Who?
Customer: Aristotle Schwartz. I'm taking this class on great books, and it's required.
Me [thinking...thinking...trying to think like a crazy person...]: Are you sure your professor didn't say, "Aristotle's works"?
Customer: Oh, hey! Yeah, maybe!
Are you making that last one up? If not, I weep for the future.
Posted by: Mr. Incredulous | December 20, 2005 at 10:29 AM
I shall share one of my favorite retail memories from when I was 18, no, I have not been able to forget it. It was a large shop with the register in the middle of the two rooms, which is an entirely open space no walls dividing mind you. When you entered you could either turn left immediately or walk around the register and follow the path to the right. Each night I would get at least three people asking while checking out if that was another room(the one you could turn left into right as you walk in, and the one that you face when you check out) I would usually say yes but sometimes the aggravation would get out of hand and I would answer no, it is just a mirror and they would say oh, believe me and then leave...oh the horror.
Posted by: | January 10, 2006 at 07:00 AM
Classy!
Posted by: amy | January 13, 2006 at 11:36 PM