crapola
Fri. 08.26.05 - 1:23 p.m.

Feeling: gah!
Listening: stupid kljsjret country! argh! make it stop!
Quote:

so i'm at work, right. all alone. and this dude walks into the store.

i'm a few feet away from him when i holler, "anything i can help you with?"

he says, "not from over there, no."

smart ass. so i walk over to him and he says he'd like a gift certificate. i say ok no problem, for what amount?

he says, "oh i dunno.. how much does this stuff cost?"

ummm...

so while i pause for a second to try to make sense of what he's just asked and how i'm supposed to GUESS how much i should suggest without sounding liek a greedy salesman, he says "how's $50? $50 ok?"

I say sure, that's a decent amount. he continues making smart-arse remarks and i continue my quiet seething. THEN as i'm ringing up the gift certificate he says..

"Yeah, my wife does this all the time. I call them her CRAP-books."

{resist the urge to strangle customer}

".. so how much do these CRAPbooks cost anyway? $50's ok i think huh.."

OH. MY. GOD. someone shoot me.

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