Hi all! I'm new at posting, but I love (hate?) reading posts here. It does make me a little happier to know that I'm not alone 
Well, I work in a bookstore (with CS user Mark Healey - perhaps you know him?) and we don't get too many wackjobs in here, but the ones that we do are rather amusing. This one happened recently so it's fresh in my mind. Last week this lady came in to ask about selling books (we buy and trade for used books). Just a normal, middle-aged lady. OR SO I THOUGHT. *dramatic music*
Me: me ;p (only one working at the time)
SC: crazy lady person
SC: I want to sell some books. When is the owner in?
Me: Well, He doesn't have a set schedule, but anybody who is here can help you with that.
SC: *condescending* You can buy books?
Me: ...Yes.
SC: Well, when is that guy with the glasses in?
Me: There's two people who work here with glasses. Do you mean [Employee #1] or [Employee #2]?
(there are only three employees at this store, so I describe them to her)
SC: No, this guy is tall, thin, and bald. He definately wears glasses. He's here all the time.
Me: *confused* Well I don't know who that is. Perhaps you're thinking of a different store?
SC: NO, I come in here ALL THE TIME and I see him here. I've lived in this neighborhood for ten years and yadda yadda...
Me: Okay well I'm sorry but I don't know who that is.
SC: He's here all the time. How long have you worked here?
Me: ...Three years.
SC: Well he's here all the time. He has glasses.
Me: *wants to die* I'm sorry but I don't know who that is.
SC: *looks at me like I'm insane* Okay, well he's in here all the time. Glasses.
Seriously, she just kept on repeating that there's a guy working here with glasses that doesn't look anything like the guys who actually work here with glasses. That went on for maybe a full minute more before she got kind of huffy and left. So she came in again yesterday, a few days after I first had the pleasure of meeting her, with a box of books.
SC: Is the owner here?
Me: Sorry, he's not in today. Are you selling books?
SC: Well I talked to the owner and he said to bring these in to him.
Me:
Well, the owner has been out of town for a week and he'll be gone for another two weeks. Maybe I can help you?
SC: I want to sell these books.
(so I look through the box and pick out maybe 10% worth)
Me: I can give you $X for these.
SC: *incredulous* Well the guy with the glasses said that if I brought these in he would buy them ALL from me.
Me: (thinking: oh great) Ma'am, I'm sorry but do you mean [Employee #1] or [Employee #2] because those are the only people here with glasses and additionally we don't just buy anything without looking at it first...
SC: NO! I told you last time that's not them. It's the other guy with glasses. How long have you worked here? I've lived here my WHOLE LIFE (funny 'cause she looked WAY older than ten -- see above) and I am not pleased with your service. You obviously don't know how to do your job at all. Get me your manager!!
Me:
I'm right here.
SC: There is a guy with glasses who works here and I want to talk to him!!
It was pretty unbelievable. We ended up arguing AGAIN about whether or not there was this mystery glasses-wearing man secretly working in our store for the past ten years. I was really polite to her somehow, and she eventually took her books and left in a storm of *itchiness.
Sorry, hope that wasn't boring, but at the time it was pretty funny

Well, I work in a bookstore (with CS user Mark Healey - perhaps you know him?) and we don't get too many wackjobs in here, but the ones that we do are rather amusing. This one happened recently so it's fresh in my mind. Last week this lady came in to ask about selling books (we buy and trade for used books). Just a normal, middle-aged lady. OR SO I THOUGHT. *dramatic music*
Me: me ;p (only one working at the time)
SC: crazy lady person
SC: I want to sell some books. When is the owner in?
Me: Well, He doesn't have a set schedule, but anybody who is here can help you with that.
SC: *condescending* You can buy books?
Me: ...Yes.
SC: Well, when is that guy with the glasses in?
Me: There's two people who work here with glasses. Do you mean [Employee #1] or [Employee #2]?
(there are only three employees at this store, so I describe them to her)
SC: No, this guy is tall, thin, and bald. He definately wears glasses. He's here all the time.
Me: *confused* Well I don't know who that is. Perhaps you're thinking of a different store?
SC: NO, I come in here ALL THE TIME and I see him here. I've lived in this neighborhood for ten years and yadda yadda...
Me: Okay well I'm sorry but I don't know who that is.
SC: He's here all the time. How long have you worked here?
Me: ...Three years.
SC: Well he's here all the time. He has glasses.
Me: *wants to die* I'm sorry but I don't know who that is.
SC: *looks at me like I'm insane* Okay, well he's in here all the time. Glasses.
Seriously, she just kept on repeating that there's a guy working here with glasses that doesn't look anything like the guys who actually work here with glasses. That went on for maybe a full minute more before she got kind of huffy and left. So she came in again yesterday, a few days after I first had the pleasure of meeting her, with a box of books.
SC: Is the owner here?
Me: Sorry, he's not in today. Are you selling books?
SC: Well I talked to the owner and he said to bring these in to him.
Me:

SC: I want to sell these books.
(so I look through the box and pick out maybe 10% worth)
Me: I can give you $X for these.
SC: *incredulous* Well the guy with the glasses said that if I brought these in he would buy them ALL from me.
Me: (thinking: oh great) Ma'am, I'm sorry but do you mean [Employee #1] or [Employee #2] because those are the only people here with glasses and additionally we don't just buy anything without looking at it first...
SC: NO! I told you last time that's not them. It's the other guy with glasses. How long have you worked here? I've lived here my WHOLE LIFE (funny 'cause she looked WAY older than ten -- see above) and I am not pleased with your service. You obviously don't know how to do your job at all. Get me your manager!!
Me:

SC: There is a guy with glasses who works here and I want to talk to him!!
It was pretty unbelievable. We ended up arguing AGAIN about whether or not there was this mystery glasses-wearing man secretly working in our store for the past ten years. I was really polite to her somehow, and she eventually took her books and left in a storm of *itchiness.
Sorry, hope that wasn't boring, but at the time it was pretty funny

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