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Oh my dear god sir. I've never seen anyone so absolutely adamant about a brush of a certain kind.
Lady goes up to the key desk with two handheld dustpans. One of them is a "set" with the pan and the brush. The other is a tan dustpan without any brush. She sets them on the desk, and immediately blurts out "brush?"
I give her the stare, complete with headtilt -- akin to a kitten who just watched a butterfly turn into a Mercedes Benz and fly to the moon on a thimble of pasta sauce.
"'scuseme?" o.o!'
SC: "This dustpan comes with a brush."
"... yyyyes. Yes it does." (It was shrinkwrapped as such.)
SC: "But this one doesn't."
"No, it apparently does not."
I should note right now that both pans were very easily similar sizes. The one without a brush was tan. The one with, was white.
SC: "I need a brush to go along with this one." *Holds up tan dustpan* "The other one is all wrong for me."
I was honestly perplexed; how could a dustpan be all wrong? You're going to get dust in it. How fancy do you need a dustpan to be if the only real difference is that it's tan and slightly smaller. (And thus, I imagined, would be able to fit more places than the white one.)
"If that dustpan *The white one* will not suffice, I'm sure the other similar brushes there near to where you got them would suffice."
SC: "No, no, no, those dustpans are all wrong to me. I need a brush that matches this dustpan."
"Er, and you didn't see any at all there that would suit your ... needs?"
SC: "... no."
"... ... ... aaalrighty, lettuce go back there and see what we have. Y'know, just in case."
I'm a stinker.
We go back there and we look around. I point her to several brushes which would not only sweep away dust, ( ... yaaay ... ) but were in the same color as the tan one and, would miraculously snap into the handle! They weren't meant to, but they snapped in anyway! Oh frabjous day! Caloo Calay, something something swiss cheese.
But she doesn't like this. No. Of course not. Otherwise you would not be reading this thread. Naw. I'd rather be playing Arx Fatalis, World of Warcraft, "Guess what's in this chicken," or counting the ceiling tiles outdoors. Fun. What I was doing with this lady was somewhat less fun. It was like having your nose perpetually pressed to a combination of grinding stone and lardly blacksmith anus. It was quite smothering. Anyway, back to the action packed adventures of WTF lady, are you made of snooty?
I showed her the tan brush that snapped into the tan dustpan just like the white one did, and she shot me down. Of course she did. She's an SC. She gets like two hundred dollars an hour shooting people down.
SC: "It's no good. It needs to go with the dustpan, like in a set."
"It's tan. It's a dustpan brush. It snaps into the tan dustpan. Was there anything else you were looking for today then?"
SC: "Is it a set?"
"Looks to make quite a lovely little set, I think."
SC: "But it's not a set."
(Gotta be crafty with this one.)
"Oh? How so my dear?" ^____^ *Bleeding rainbows out of my ears*
SC: "It was never a set. You just snapped it together and called it a set."
"Mm. That I did, dearest you." (Seriously, how is she ignoring my medieval crackhead speak?! Cool!) "It just fits together so well though. Oh, and look! The brush and the pan together cost less than the white set! Isn't that just great for us both then!"
SC: "But it's not a set."
"Mmmmkay, I'll bite, what would make it a set then if it already matches and snaps together and is the same color but is not a set to you Mm?"
SC: "It's not a set."
"Yes yes that has been established by you... What else was there?"
SC: "Well?"
" ... ... *eyebrow raise*"
SC: "Well?!"
" *Another kitten stare. See above* -- Can you tell me why you want a set, please? Y'know, so that I may better provide you with a sense of set-iness."
SC: "A set is a set. You know, duh." (She just regressed about twenty years)
"This brown set looks like a set. Cheaper than the white set. Get this set. Yes. Get them. You will enjoy them as much as you can definitely enjoy a brown dustpan and brown dustingbrush."
Fukkitawl. People are lining up at the key desk. MUST... LEAVE... woman-with-head-of-cement
SC: "But it's not a set."
Gettin' kinda pissy here. I imagine myself drinking an ice cold mochaccino. Oddly, I've never had one before. I also don't know how to spell it. Firefox spells it like Moccasin.
"OKAY, awesome, well, if you spot a brush that you'd like, let me know," (And I'll scratch someone's eyes out. ^_^ ) "and I'll be at the hardware desk if you need me for some reason."
I am already backing out of the aisle. The other customers know me and protect me as I make their keys!! It's good to have some regulars who depend on you for letting their new tenants into their new apartment. Get in sweet with some first names of your customers. They'll heart you as your regulars.
Half an hour of keymaking later, I find the tan dustpan on the hardware/key desk. She was nowhere to be found. Yay.
Lady goes up to the key desk with two handheld dustpans. One of them is a "set" with the pan and the brush. The other is a tan dustpan without any brush. She sets them on the desk, and immediately blurts out "brush?"
I give her the stare, complete with headtilt -- akin to a kitten who just watched a butterfly turn into a Mercedes Benz and fly to the moon on a thimble of pasta sauce.
"'scuseme?" o.o!'
SC: "This dustpan comes with a brush."
"... yyyyes. Yes it does." (It was shrinkwrapped as such.)
SC: "But this one doesn't."
"No, it apparently does not."
I should note right now that both pans were very easily similar sizes. The one without a brush was tan. The one with, was white.
SC: "I need a brush to go along with this one." *Holds up tan dustpan* "The other one is all wrong for me."
I was honestly perplexed; how could a dustpan be all wrong? You're going to get dust in it. How fancy do you need a dustpan to be if the only real difference is that it's tan and slightly smaller. (And thus, I imagined, would be able to fit more places than the white one.)
"If that dustpan *The white one* will not suffice, I'm sure the other similar brushes there near to where you got them would suffice."
SC: "No, no, no, those dustpans are all wrong to me. I need a brush that matches this dustpan."
"Er, and you didn't see any at all there that would suit your ... needs?"
SC: "... no."
"... ... ... aaalrighty, lettuce go back there and see what we have. Y'know, just in case."
I'm a stinker.
We go back there and we look around. I point her to several brushes which would not only sweep away dust, ( ... yaaay ... ) but were in the same color as the tan one and, would miraculously snap into the handle! They weren't meant to, but they snapped in anyway! Oh frabjous day! Caloo Calay, something something swiss cheese.
But she doesn't like this. No. Of course not. Otherwise you would not be reading this thread. Naw. I'd rather be playing Arx Fatalis, World of Warcraft, "Guess what's in this chicken," or counting the ceiling tiles outdoors. Fun. What I was doing with this lady was somewhat less fun. It was like having your nose perpetually pressed to a combination of grinding stone and lardly blacksmith anus. It was quite smothering. Anyway, back to the action packed adventures of WTF lady, are you made of snooty?
I showed her the tan brush that snapped into the tan dustpan just like the white one did, and she shot me down. Of course she did. She's an SC. She gets like two hundred dollars an hour shooting people down.
SC: "It's no good. It needs to go with the dustpan, like in a set."
"It's tan. It's a dustpan brush. It snaps into the tan dustpan. Was there anything else you were looking for today then?"
SC: "Is it a set?"
"Looks to make quite a lovely little set, I think."
SC: "But it's not a set."
(Gotta be crafty with this one.)
"Oh? How so my dear?" ^____^ *Bleeding rainbows out of my ears*
SC: "It was never a set. You just snapped it together and called it a set."
"Mm. That I did, dearest you." (Seriously, how is she ignoring my medieval crackhead speak?! Cool!) "It just fits together so well though. Oh, and look! The brush and the pan together cost less than the white set! Isn't that just great for us both then!"
SC: "But it's not a set."
"Mmmmkay, I'll bite, what would make it a set then if it already matches and snaps together and is the same color but is not a set to you Mm?"
SC: "It's not a set."
"Yes yes that has been established by you... What else was there?"
SC: "Well?"
" ... ... *eyebrow raise*"
SC: "Well?!"
" *Another kitten stare. See above* -- Can you tell me why you want a set, please? Y'know, so that I may better provide you with a sense of set-iness."
SC: "A set is a set. You know, duh." (She just regressed about twenty years)
"This brown set looks like a set. Cheaper than the white set. Get this set. Yes. Get them. You will enjoy them as much as you can definitely enjoy a brown dustpan and brown dustingbrush."
Fukkitawl. People are lining up at the key desk. MUST... LEAVE... woman-with-head-of-cement
SC: "But it's not a set."
Gettin' kinda pissy here. I imagine myself drinking an ice cold mochaccino. Oddly, I've never had one before. I also don't know how to spell it. Firefox spells it like Moccasin.
"OKAY, awesome, well, if you spot a brush that you'd like, let me know," (And I'll scratch someone's eyes out. ^_^ ) "and I'll be at the hardware desk if you need me for some reason."
I am already backing out of the aisle. The other customers know me and protect me as I make their keys!! It's good to have some regulars who depend on you for letting their new tenants into their new apartment. Get in sweet with some first names of your customers. They'll heart you as your regulars.
Half an hour of keymaking later, I find the tan dustpan on the hardware/key desk. She was nowhere to be found. Yay.
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