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Warning, old story, but still good.
So, one fine summery day at Chesterfield, Third Key and I were resting on the counter, staring at the movie playing across the store from us (forget what movie). Some guy, out of nowhere walks up and stands in front of us, and proceeds to ask: "What's the score?"
TK and I exchange looks before I return: "What score?"
Guy huffs. "You know? The 'score'? *wink wink nudge nudge*"
I blink. "I'm sorry sir, you don't attract me in that way, what score?"
Guy huffs again. "The Ball game, I know you guys have it on in the store somewhere."
My response: "No sir, we don't have the game on anywhere. There is a radio in the back, but it's always on the Classical station."
Guy gestures at the movie we're watching. "Well, can't you get it on there?"
"How? We don't have an outside line, all that can be played up there is whatever movie we throw in." (Side note: Not the first time someone tried to get us to change the in store movies to play Cable TV...)
Guy harumphs and leaves.
I look at TK again, and ask, "Did he seriously think that either one of us are sports buffs? Just because we live in Missouri?"
On a related note:
There used to be a seasonal kiosk just outside our store, selling kitschy things (like those controllers you could plug into your TV to play video games, Dead Sea Salt facial cleansers, the stuff like that) One day, I was puttering around the front of the store, straightening movies (probably, the Christmas section) when I hear, "Turn on Beyonce!"
I stand up and look out the door, which is where the yell came from, and burn a hole in the neck of the kiosk girl who couldn't be bothered to leave the kiosk, much less ask me politely to turn on 'Beyonce'.
M: "I can't. We can only play what we have open."
H: "No, you guys were playing it earlier today."
M: "I would suggest someone's gonna get in deep for doing that, then, cause there's no Beyonce DVD behind the counter. Again, I can't."
H: "You were playing it earlier." *getting agitated by now*
M: " 'I' would never do such a thing, the shrill harpy makes my ears bleed with her 'music'." *getting pissed in return, as this woman has shown no politeness to me, no, she's just demanding I do the impossible*
H: *out of the blue* Huff. "What-ever!" *with the hand motion to accompany it, and she finally turns away from trying to talk to me*
M: *It was, about this time, that I realised she was talking about the 'Beyonce' tour trailer on our store play movie ring, which was randomized, so we couldn't directly affect what was showing if we didn't have a movie on, again, not that I would have anyway since I hate Beyonce, and she hadn't even bothered a 'please'. *
So, one fine summery day at Chesterfield, Third Key and I were resting on the counter, staring at the movie playing across the store from us (forget what movie). Some guy, out of nowhere walks up and stands in front of us, and proceeds to ask: "What's the score?"
TK and I exchange looks before I return: "What score?"
Guy huffs. "You know? The 'score'? *wink wink nudge nudge*"
I blink. "I'm sorry sir, you don't attract me in that way, what score?"
Guy huffs again. "The Ball game, I know you guys have it on in the store somewhere."
My response: "No sir, we don't have the game on anywhere. There is a radio in the back, but it's always on the Classical station."
Guy gestures at the movie we're watching. "Well, can't you get it on there?"
"How? We don't have an outside line, all that can be played up there is whatever movie we throw in." (Side note: Not the first time someone tried to get us to change the in store movies to play Cable TV...)
Guy harumphs and leaves.
I look at TK again, and ask, "Did he seriously think that either one of us are sports buffs? Just because we live in Missouri?"
On a related note:
There used to be a seasonal kiosk just outside our store, selling kitschy things (like those controllers you could plug into your TV to play video games, Dead Sea Salt facial cleansers, the stuff like that) One day, I was puttering around the front of the store, straightening movies (probably, the Christmas section) when I hear, "Turn on Beyonce!"
I stand up and look out the door, which is where the yell came from, and burn a hole in the neck of the kiosk girl who couldn't be bothered to leave the kiosk, much less ask me politely to turn on 'Beyonce'.
M: "I can't. We can only play what we have open."
H: "No, you guys were playing it earlier today."
M: "I would suggest someone's gonna get in deep for doing that, then, cause there's no Beyonce DVD behind the counter. Again, I can't."
H: "You were playing it earlier." *getting agitated by now*
M: " 'I' would never do such a thing, the shrill harpy makes my ears bleed with her 'music'." *getting pissed in return, as this woman has shown no politeness to me, no, she's just demanding I do the impossible*
H: *out of the blue* Huff. "What-ever!" *with the hand motion to accompany it, and she finally turns away from trying to talk to me*
M: *It was, about this time, that I realised she was talking about the 'Beyonce' tour trailer on our store play movie ring, which was randomized, so we couldn't directly affect what was showing if we didn't have a movie on, again, not that I would have anyway since I hate Beyonce, and she hadn't even bothered a 'please'. *