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On Saturday, I was working with C, like I always do.
The phone rings, C answers it with his spiel, and then I hear the sentence: "Heavens no! We're not an electronics store."
He hangs up the phone, and not 5 seconds later, the phone rings again! We blink at each other, C answers it, same spiel, same Heavens no sentence.
At this time, I'm like, "Did they hit re-dial or was it a little old confused person?"***
C said it sounded like a teenage girl. The phone rings again. Guess who? And the first 2 guesses don't count.
At this time, a customer in the store, asks C to help them, so he wanders away from the counter.
The phone rings yet again. I look over at C and start to laugh. I answer the phone.
After my own spiel, in which I identify the store as a Game place, I get a woman who VERY snottily asks:
"Do you sell any games there?"
I pause, blink at a couple of regulars who had just passed the counter and say (in my most annoyingly, cheerily, I'm so hyper I can give Superman a run for his money in quickness, I've also had way too much caffeine voice):
"Why yes we do! We sell board games, miniatures games, D&D type games and historical miniatures games!"
The woman at the other end says "Oh," and then by mutual agreement, we hang up on each other.
***At 35, I'm sometimes a little old confused person, so I'm not stereotyping the elderly. Just wanted everyone know that.
The phone rings, C answers it with his spiel, and then I hear the sentence: "Heavens no! We're not an electronics store."
He hangs up the phone, and not 5 seconds later, the phone rings again! We blink at each other, C answers it, same spiel, same Heavens no sentence.
At this time, I'm like, "Did they hit re-dial or was it a little old confused person?"***
C said it sounded like a teenage girl. The phone rings again. Guess who? And the first 2 guesses don't count.
At this time, a customer in the store, asks C to help them, so he wanders away from the counter.
The phone rings yet again. I look over at C and start to laugh. I answer the phone.
After my own spiel, in which I identify the store as a Game place, I get a woman who VERY snottily asks:
"Do you sell any games there?"
I pause, blink at a couple of regulars who had just passed the counter and say (in my most annoyingly, cheerily, I'm so hyper I can give Superman a run for his money in quickness, I've also had way too much caffeine voice):
"Why yes we do! We sell board games, miniatures games, D&D type games and historical miniatures games!"
The woman at the other end says "Oh," and then by mutual agreement, we hang up on each other.
***At 35, I'm sometimes a little old confused person, so I'm not stereotyping the elderly. Just wanted everyone know that.
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