Um....
There was this woman in the store today, and she was driving us spare. Did we have books on this? What about this? What about this? Was this book on sale? What about this one? This one? Could we hold these? I'm not sure which of these I'm going to get, can I leave them here?. And so on (and on. And on). The climax of this little drama came while I was helping another customer, and to get my attention she swatted me with a book. On the ass. Jesus lady, what am I, a naughty puppy? You want the clerk's attention, you say, "excuse me", or "pardon me", or even, "oh miss". You don't swat the clerk on the ass.
At one point she left all her books behind the counter while she zipped off to do something else, and she left her frappacino with them. I was so tempted to spit in it.
At one point she left all her books behind the counter while she zipped off to do something else, and she left her frappacino with them. I was so tempted to spit in it.