Sometimes, I truly love working retail...
...because I get to have conversations like this:
VBG: *answers phone* Hello, this is The Record Store, how can I help you?
Guy: Uh...I don't know if you can help me. *silence*
VBG: *waits*
Guy: *silence*
VBG: What do you need?
Guy: I'm wondering if you can help me find this song I heard. It's a guy, and he plays, like, a guitar through the whole song. Like an instrument? Instrumental? But you can understand every word.
VBG: *waits for elaboration*
Guy: *offers nothing else*
VBG: Do you know anything else about it?
Guy: No...do you have any idea what song it is?
VBG: Um, no.
Guy: So there's no way you could find out what it is?
VBG: It sounds like it could be pretty much anything.
Guy: Do you have any idea how I could find out?
VBG: *Does NOT say, "Start at the very beginning of the entire guitar-playing-and-singing tradition and work your way up."*
Hmm...
ReplyDeleteMost of the stories I have aren't really that funny unless you worked in sports.
Like the time this guy gave me his credit card, unsigned of course. We were busy, so I didn't bother to read the name on the front, but I ask to see his ID.
He says, "That's me on the front." I looked, and it was a New York Yankees credit card with Don Mattingly hitting some pitch or other, and I look up and realize that the customer was indeed Don Mattingly.
I assumed his card was good.
i had to card VB's mom for a check the other day. then again, i've had to card a co-worker for a check before. we have to write ID info on the check.
ReplyDeletethe best was when my mom was buying groceries once and they had to call a manager to okay her check because it was over $100. she told the cashier she didn't really have to do that, and the girl was insistant that she did. of course, the manager in question was my brother.
Dude, I had to card my own mom at the record store last year when she came in on friends & family discount day to buy some movies, since our system requires a driver's license number with every check. It was quite amusing to have to say, "Sorry, Mom, but I need to see your ID."
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