A rather interesting thing happened yesterday.
I had a doctor's appointment; the one women around the world look forward to every year. Anyhoo, not too far from the doctor's office is Barnes & Noble. As I have zero interest in reading Parent Magazine and pregnancy pamphlets, I decided to pop in and pick up something to read. Right smack inside the door is a table of Sudoku books. I think I've mentioned before how much I enjoy doing them. I left the Easy/Beginner ones alone and skulked around the other side of the table. After selecting the book that had the most puzzles per dollar, I went to check out.
The clerk started to ring up my purchase and said, I swear to God, "Did you realize this is a Mensa edition?” WTF? Like maybe I should go buy a Word Circle book instead?
So I got snarky. Yeah, it happens.
In my best fake-Valley Girl voice (we don’t have Valley Girls around here so I had to improvise) I said, “Oh. My. God. How stupid am I to think I could possibly work the puzzles in that book? I am SO glad you were here to stop me from making such a heinous mistake! ‘M-e-n-s-a’. Mensa? Is that what that spells? You see, I am far too stupid to have read that on my own. Thank you SO much!”
Did I mention I wasn’t exactly subdued when I gave my little speech?
So another employee, someone in a supervisory capacity, came over and asked if there was a problem. I looked at the salesgirl, who said nothing. Looked bored, actually.
So I exude imbecilic charm while gushing with praise about the salesgirl who saved me from my own lack of intellect. The supervisor looked confused. The salesgirl, still bored, asked if I wanted the book or what? Pretty much just like that. I smiled sweetly and reminded her that she had already let me know I was incapable of comprehending what lurked inside the pages of the big, bad Mensa book. I also had a pen in my hand, which I’d been planning to purchase to work the Sudokos with. I set that down beside the book, explaining ruefully that I would have NO idea how to take the cap off the pen.
I turned to leave, and the supervisor, sensing with his own brilliance that the situation had been resolved, walked away.
And to think I actually applied at one time to *work* in that store. Yikes!
The clerk started to ring up my purchase and said, I swear to God, "Did you realize this is a Mensa edition?” WTF? Like maybe I should go buy a Word Circle book instead?
So I got snarky. Yeah, it happens.
In my best fake-Valley Girl voice (we don’t have Valley Girls around here so I had to improvise) I said, “Oh. My. God. How stupid am I to think I could possibly work the puzzles in that book? I am SO glad you were here to stop me from making such a heinous mistake! ‘M-e-n-s-a’. Mensa? Is that what that spells? You see, I am far too stupid to have read that on my own. Thank you SO much!”
Did I mention I wasn’t exactly subdued when I gave my little speech?
So another employee, someone in a supervisory capacity, came over and asked if there was a problem. I looked at the salesgirl, who said nothing. Looked bored, actually.
So I exude imbecilic charm while gushing with praise about the salesgirl who saved me from my own lack of intellect. The supervisor looked confused. The salesgirl, still bored, asked if I wanted the book or what? Pretty much just like that. I smiled sweetly and reminded her that she had already let me know I was incapable of comprehending what lurked inside the pages of the big, bad Mensa book. I also had a pen in my hand, which I’d been planning to purchase to work the Sudokos with. I set that down beside the book, explaining ruefully that I would have NO idea how to take the cap off the pen.
I turned to leave, and the supervisor, sensing with his own brilliance that the situation had been resolved, walked away.
And to think I actually applied at one time to *work* in that store. Yikes!