What the crap are you thinking? Part I:
…stories from work
So, in case you don’t know, I work at a place called Paddock Pools. I actually didn't know until last week, that it was in actuality, a Mecca for the cognitive misers of Scottsdale. (stupid people)
One of the newest incidents of absolute stupidity in the Pool Fun Dept. made me incredulous with almost morbid curiosity. How does someone’s head become so inundated with bong resin and nothingness?
However, I digress. Here’s what happened.
So, as I stand behind my counter in the pool shop, waiting for some customers to come and partake of my knowledge, and a well dressed, decent looking middle aged woman comes walking up to my “spot”, with “I have a question” written all over her face.
With this in mind, I ask if I can help her, knowing the answer to that question already.
She proceeds to annoy me with the question
“do you have any pool toys?”
Obviously we do. It comprises ½ of the entire back of the store.
So I point her in the right direction with a sigh, and resume my vigil.
Abruptly, the same woman approaches me with another question.
“Do you have any inflatable toys?”
Another sigh from me.
That’s all we have. Those and goggles.
So I walk her over to the three isles where we keep the inflatable toys, and gesture Vana White style towards the rows and rows of pool toys.
Note: I forgot to mention that this woman had a hyperactive Asian daughter who must have been about 4 or 5.
…like, this girl was crazy, She talked faster then a chipmunk that had taken a shot of pure adrenaline.
End Note
So anyways, the woman points to a inflatable seal with handles on it. She first consults her kid, to see if this is acceptable or not. After about 2 minutes of chatter, I discern that the little girl does indeed like the seal.
So the mom turns to me, and asks
Woman “Well, if I were to buy this, how would she play with it?”
Nate “ Ummm…well, I’d imagine that she would mount the seal and ride around on it…”
Nate internally: I think I’m going to kill you.
Woman “Oh! So it has jet propulsion?”
Nate “ What?!”
Nate Internally: Did you just say jet propulsion? The box is a little bigger then my hand and you ask about jet propulsion? Do you know anything?
Woman “You know, with the power drives and stuff”
Nate “I don’t think they put power drives on that model”
Nate Internally: Wait, are we talking about the same thing here?
Woman “Oh. Do you know if you have the ones with the power drives?”
Nate “ma’am, there is no such thing.”
Nate internally: *tears hair out and punches self in face*
Woman “But didn’t you used to sell them?
Nate “No.“
Nate internally: AGHHHH!!!
Woman “Why not?
Nate “Mostly because they don’t exist”
Woman “Oh”
-long pause-
Woman “How about this octopus?”
Nate “Yes….”
Nate internally: Oh, check it out. Not only do I have to do everything else around this store, but now my job includes reading your mind? Fabulous.
Note: The octopus is a large yellow floating thing; about nine or ten feet long, and the box shows several children playing on/around it.
End Note
Woman “How can children play with it if there is only one child?”
Nate “What?”
Nate internally: WTF!?
Woman “You know… what can one child do on this float?”
Nate “ I honestly don’t know anymore”
Nate internally: *jaw drops in amazement*
Woman “Well, is there someone who would know?”
Nate “Nope”
Nate internally: I hate you.
Woman “Well, think about it. How would you play with it?
Note: By this time, even professional, customer service x 1 jillion percent Nate has had enough.
End Note
Nate “I wouldn’t play with it. Do I look fruity to you?”
Woman “no, I didn’t mean it like that!”
Nate “I have real work to do. Have a nice day”
I don’t know what to think about people like that.
But it definitely makes me want to allow abortions into the 50th or 60th trimesters.