Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Idiot Day
Sundays are usually calm, relaxed and full of coffee time idled by casually flipping comics. Bliss.
But the last two Sundays have been filled to the brim with idiots, wall to wall morons. Ceiling to floor pests that love to test my sanity. I am used to stupid questions, but sometimes they even surprise me:
Me: (picking up the phone) Good afternoon, The Comic Shop.
Woman: Is this a comic shop?
Me: (sighing) Yes
Woman: My boyfriend likes those comic book people, and I want to get him a present.
Me: What sort of comic book HERO does your boyfriend like?
Woman: The one dressed in black.
Me: Does he have pointy ears and calls himself Batman?
Woman: I don't know. But I would like to get him something he doesn't have already. Will you be able to tell me?
Me: Tell you what?
Woman: What he doesn't have?
Me: Uh I don't know your boyfriend .... But you are more than welcome to come to the shop and see what rare collectibles we have. There is a large chance that he doesn't have those, unless he is a regular collector and comes here often.
Woman: He doesn't go into your store. He goes to another store to get his comics.
Me: Great, then come on by and pick something out for him.
Woman: Are you sure it's Batman he likes?
Me: (Hands once again clenched into fists) I do not know, it's the only hero that I know who is dressed in black and is very popular. Unless he likes Catwoman, Black Canary or Zatanna. Is it a female or a male?
Woman: But he doesn't like animals, he likes a comic book person.
Me: (hands shaking, wanting desperately to hang up) Come by the shop and figure it out. You might see a picture of the hero your boyfriend likes and we can go from there.
Woman: Thank you so much! I'll be there next week.
Me: Bye now.
Woman: Bye!
Me: (Turning to Bullseye) Do you think Ming can give me the entire week off next week?
Bullseye: Why?
Me: I don't ever want to speak to that woman again. In fact I no longer want to speak to anyone again.
Bullseye was not spared either on Idiot day, he was mauled by a man with a blank stare inquiring about Resin and the Thor oversized bust he still have instore. But I am too weak to write about it now. But soon.
But the last two Sundays have been filled to the brim with idiots, wall to wall morons. Ceiling to floor pests that love to test my sanity. I am used to stupid questions, but sometimes they even surprise me:
Me: (picking up the phone) Good afternoon, The Comic Shop.
Woman: Is this a comic shop?
Me: (sighing) Yes
Woman: My boyfriend likes those comic book people, and I want to get him a present.
Me: What sort of comic book HERO does your boyfriend like?
Woman: The one dressed in black.
Me: Does he have pointy ears and calls himself Batman?
Woman: I don't know. But I would like to get him something he doesn't have already. Will you be able to tell me?
Me: Tell you what?
Woman: What he doesn't have?
Me: Uh I don't know your boyfriend .... But you are more than welcome to come to the shop and see what rare collectibles we have. There is a large chance that he doesn't have those, unless he is a regular collector and comes here often.
Woman: He doesn't go into your store. He goes to another store to get his comics.
Me: Great, then come on by and pick something out for him.
Woman: Are you sure it's Batman he likes?
Me: (Hands once again clenched into fists) I do not know, it's the only hero that I know who is dressed in black and is very popular. Unless he likes Catwoman, Black Canary or Zatanna. Is it a female or a male?
Woman: But he doesn't like animals, he likes a comic book person.
Me: (hands shaking, wanting desperately to hang up) Come by the shop and figure it out. You might see a picture of the hero your boyfriend likes and we can go from there.
Woman: Thank you so much! I'll be there next week.
Me: Bye now.
Woman: Bye!
Me: (Turning to Bullseye) Do you think Ming can give me the entire week off next week?
Bullseye: Why?
Me: I don't ever want to speak to that woman again. In fact I no longer want to speak to anyone again.
Bullseye was not spared either on Idiot day, he was mauled by a man with a blank stare inquiring about Resin and the Thor oversized bust he still have instore. But I am too weak to write about it now. But soon.
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