I'm still reeling from this one customer today. He came in, wanting a book with a combination of things. Unfortunately, all I could recommend was a bunch of books (one was Pocket Ref) but every time he got near, his breath made me sick to my stomach.
Every time he talked, I could smell his breath. It was like.....I can only imagine what a spittoon smells like after a few weeks. It was THAT BAD. I almost heaved right there a couple of times. And it didn't help that he was insistent that there was an "one-all" book for the info he wanted at his fingertips (Almanacs weren't taking him in, hence why I also recommended the Pocket Ref).
I managed to buck pass him to another co-worker, while I went into the back and coughed my brains out.
Every time he talked, I could smell his breath. It was like.....I can only imagine what a spittoon smells like after a few weeks. It was THAT BAD. I almost heaved right there a couple of times. And it didn't help that he was insistent that there was an "one-all" book for the info he wanted at his fingertips (Almanacs weren't taking him in, hence why I also recommended the Pocket Ref).
I managed to buck pass him to another co-worker, while I went into the back and coughed my brains out.
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