prices.”
C USTOMER : “You know what, it doesn’t matter! I’ll just pay the entire dollar for it. Fifty cents is not a huge deal! God!”
(My coworker looks at me and shrugs. We take the customer’s money and she leaves angrily.)
C OWORKER : “What books did she decide not to get?”
M E : *reading the title* “How to Talk So People Will Listen.”
THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE SUPPLY CABINET
C OFFEE S HOP | B OSTON , M ASSACHUSETTS
(Note: The women’s bathroom in our store has a large handicapped stall, which also holds an eight-foot-tall locked wooden storage cabinet for supplies.)
C OWORKER : “Thanks for calling *** Coffee, how can I help you?”
C USTOMER : “Hi, is this *** Coffee?”
C OWORKER : “Yes it is. How can I help you?”
C USTOMER : “This is the *** Coffee in *** Square?”
C OWORKER : “Yes, it is.”
C USTOMER : “The one with the bathroom?”
C OWORKER : “Uhhh … yes?”
C USTOMER : “Oh, well, I’m calling from the women’s room. The door is locked and I can’t get out.”
C OWORKER : “Well, if you turn the handle of the door and pull it should open.”
C USTOMER : “There is no handle! I’m locked in!”
C OWORKER : “Okay, I’ll have someone over in a moment.”
C OWORKER, TO ME : “Ummm … so some lady locked herself in the bathroom and can’t get out.”
M E : “Seriously?”
(I head over to the bathroom, letting myself in with the spare keys. There is in fact a woman in the large stall, yelling for help.)
M E : “Can I help you, ma’am?”
C USTOMER : “Well, your stupid door locked me into the stall and now I’m stuck in here!”
(I can hear her fumbling with something, but it isn’t the stall door latch.)
M E : “Okay, well, if you’ll just come over to the stall door, turning the knob should open it.”
C USTOMER : “There is nothing to turn! The door only has a handle!”
M E : “It does. I’m standing on the other side of it.”
C USTOMER : “Well, then why don’t YOU open it! You’ve already kept me locked in here for a half hour!”
(I fiddle with the lock and manage to open it from the outside after a moment, only to see the woman prying at the supply cabinet door.)
C USTOMER : “Oh, I came in this door. I thought that one …” *points to supply cabinet* “… led to the men’s room.”
(Without another word, she walks out of the bathroom and out of the store.)
C OWORKER : “Maybe she was trying to get to Narnia?”
DUMB & DUMBEST
B ANK | S OUTH C AROLINA
M E : “Hello this is ***. How can I help you?”
C USTOMER : “I need to speak with Jennifer.”
M E : “I’m sorry, we don’t have a Jennifer at this branch.”
C USTOMER : “Oh, wait…Jennifer is MY name!”
THE NOT-SO-DIFFICULT ART OF MISDIRECTION
F ENCING C LUB | C ANADA
M E : “Hello, ****** Fencing Club.”
C USTOMER : “Hi, I’m looking for some galvanized pipe.”
M E : “I’m sorry, I think you may be confused. This is a fencing club … you know, the sport. We don’t actually make fences.”
C USTOMER : “Oh … you see, I’m making a cage for a parrot. Do you have any galvanized pipe?”
M E : “No, I don’t think you understand. We don’t have material for building fences, we do sword fighting here. It’s a sport. Foils, epees, sabers.”
C USTOMER : “Oh, okay … it needs to be galvanized so that it won’t chip if the parrot bites it.”
M E : “I don’t think you’re following me. We don’t build fences here, and we don’t have pipe.”
C USTOMER : “Oh, I see … you see, I need to make the cage for a movie set, and it needs to be galvanized so that it doesn’t chip if the parrot bites it.”
M E : *giving up* “Galvanized pipe, you say?”
C USTOMER : “Yeah.”
M E : “Try the Soccer Center.”
C USTOMER : “The Soccer Center?”
M E : “Yeah, the Soccer Center.”
PICK-UP LINES FOR THE GOLDEN YEARS
D RUGSTORE | N EW J