Many competitors today, here are the two best offerings.
Sketchy quivering dude in black fatigues and a red beret:
"Uh hey, what day is it?"
"Excuse me?"
"What day is it? Is it sunday?
"Yeah, it's sunday."
"Oh, it's sunday...uh, sorry about that!"
"Mmmm."
Dumpy gal with an elaborate circa 1964 hairdo, big black glasses, yellow plaid sun dress and an empty birdcage in one hand:
"I HAVE A BOOK IN HERE," proffering her handbag.
"That's fine."
"I DIDN'T BUY IT HERE, IS THAT OKAY?"
"Yep, no problem."
"DO YOU NEED TO LOOK AT IT?"
"Nope."
"OKAY, THANK YOU."
The Wife dislikes the appellation 'freaks', but I'm a believer in accuracy & succinctness.
3 comments:
I THINK I KNOW WHO THAT GIRL WAS!!! Meghan might too, you should ask her about it.
Hello, person I don't know. Your blog reminds me of the time a few years ago when I worked in an independent book store with two bossladies who got up to some quirky hijinks.
*reminisces*
I also once worked at a thrift store in what I thought was a normal neighborhood. I could tell you some frigging yarns about that clientele.
Cheers for weird customers.
I think thrift stores may be the retail version of the Fertile Crescent for customer horror stories. Better than cafes? Possibly!
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