true customer tales

So, as I'm handing a phonebook to the mumbling ex-con below, another specimen presented himself at the counter. A balding stork-ish fellow carrying two boxes that have clearly been regurgitated back through the postal system.

Hey, I've got a story for you! My attorney went to jail in Colorado, he's JEWISH, and he asked me to get him some books on it so he could talk to the other inmates, you know? So I bought these books here the other day, not from you, but another guy, and I sent them to the prison. But they said nobody can send them books except Amazon.com, nobody else, I guess they have problems with people cutting out the pages and sticking things in there or something! So they sent them back, and I'm wondering if I can get a credit for them or something?

I dug through the boxes and only about half the books actually came from the store. I filled out a credit slip and handed it to him.

Hey, do you have any Anne Rice books? I'm reading JODI PICOULT and I can't stop reading! I can't stop! But do you have any Anne Rice books?

And this whole time the ex con has been hunched over the open phone book muttering emphatically but inaudibly.


If I don't update tomorrow, someone call the cops...