This 70-something male customer (frequent shopper, I see him often) came up to the office desk one day for a lottery ticket. I don't know his name, don't know any details about regularly purchased items of his, basically this story is so funny because this is such a bland customer. He is very, very quiet and kept to himself. Anyway, back to the story. He comes up to the desk and asks me for a Cash5 for that night. I'm in the process of printing the ticket, ringing him up... throughout the whole transaction he doesn't say anything other than "Cash5". At the time, I had this barbie key chain (as shown above). Except the head of my poor barbie had fallen off, but the body still remained on my keys for days because I just couldn't part! My keys were in the office cash register, right where this little old man could see. As I was handing him his ticket and thanking him, he pointed at my headless barbie and mumbled "she wasn't listening to you, was she?"
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