Two teens come in. They want a cigar. I ask for ID. Teen2 was strangly quiet. Teen1 spoke in a low, slow voice.
Teen1: You going to make me go home to get my ID?!
Me: Yep.
Teen1: I swear man, if I have to go get it, we going to have problems.
Me: Cool.
Teen1: I'm going to yell at you if I have to get it.
Me: Ok.
Teen1: You want that? You want me to yell at you?
Me: Sure.
Teen1: I'm going to get my ID, and I'm coming back, and going to yell.
Me: Ok.
* At this point they're leaving *
Teen1: You lost my business.
Teen2: Yeah, you lost money!
Me: Not on comission!
*They leave*
Teen1: You going to make me go home to get my ID?!
Me: Yep.
Teen1: I swear man, if I have to go get it, we going to have problems.
Me: Cool.
Teen1: I'm going to yell at you if I have to get it.
Me: Ok.
Teen1: You want that? You want me to yell at you?
Me: Sure.
Teen1: I'm going to get my ID, and I'm coming back, and going to yell.
Me: Ok.
* At this point they're leaving *
Teen1: You lost my business.
Teen2: Yeah, you lost money!
Me: Not on comission!
*They leave*
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