- Yes, you have caught us keeping an eye on you, sir. Good going. Shows a remarkable grasp of reality that other customers do not often grasp. However, throwing a tizzy and marking off in a huff (it was purple with shiny red highlights) just makes us think it was a good thing to keep an eye on you. After all, if you were guilty, go to hell and if you were innocent, why protest so much?
- Stop arguing with me. I am the vendor here, I know what row we are in. Fine, if you want to tell your friends the wrong row number, go right ahead. Bonus; you are telling them the longest row in the market, the one that is four times as long as any other row.
- Mean customers don't get offers of bags.
- I have to admit, I have some comic book price guides to sell -just- to see what kind of silliness customers will pull over them. The last one really tricked me and got the information for free. I do admit her hotness helped the trickery.
- No, I will not buy your cards. Why then do you persist in telling me what cards you have? It is a mystery.
- Customer: "I really want Harry Potter One. Do you have it? I must own it."
Me: "No, but it is north of here. Keep going that way. You can't miss the books."
Customer: ::goes South::
My brain: Fuck it. I hate the world. Buy me a Midori Sour.
OR...bear with me, dear readers.
- Customer: "I really want Harry Potter One. Do you have it? I must own it."
Me: "I have it right here, for one dollar."
Customer: "That's too much." or "No, thanks."
Brain: What, I don't even.
OR....
Customer: "Would you take fifty cents for it?"
Brain: Look, surely we can get away with killing one of them.
- Stop arguing with me. I am the vendor here, I know what row we are in. Fine, if you want to tell your friends the wrong row number, go right ahead. Bonus; you are telling them the longest row in the market, the one that is four times as long as any other row.
- Mean customers don't get offers of bags.
- I have to admit, I have some comic book price guides to sell -just- to see what kind of silliness customers will pull over them. The last one really tricked me and got the information for free. I do admit her hotness helped the trickery.
- No, I will not buy your cards. Why then do you persist in telling me what cards you have? It is a mystery.
- Customer: "I really want Harry Potter One. Do you have it? I must own it."
Me: "No, but it is north of here. Keep going that way. You can't miss the books."
Customer: ::goes South::
My brain: Fuck it. I hate the world. Buy me a Midori Sour.
OR...bear with me, dear readers.
- Customer: "I really want Harry Potter One. Do you have it? I must own it."
Me: "I have it right here, for one dollar."
Customer: "That's too much." or "No, thanks."
Brain: What, I don't even.
OR....
Customer: "Would you take fifty cents for it?"
Brain: Look, surely we can get away with killing one of them.
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