The following is a real conversation...
...and if it is altered, it's only slightly so to be more entertaining. (Or because I couldn't remember just exactly how it went.)
Me: Hi! How can I help you tonight?
Mom: Do you have baby rings?
Me: Huh? Oooh, you mean earrings?
Mom: NO! I MEAN rings. Baby. Rings. Like a ring that a baby could wear. *gestures to her six-month-oldish daughter who's knawing on the cart*
Me: *can barely hold in a laugh because of the absurdity of it all* No. No, I don't believe we have those.
Mom: Are you positive?
Me: 99.9% sure, ma'am. But let me check.
For the record? We carry no such things. Thank god. Because WHO would really buy a ring for a baby to wear? Isn't that a choking hazard? Or, uh, just trashy?
Me: Hi! How can I help you tonight?
Mom: Do you have baby rings?
Me: Huh? Oooh, you mean earrings?
Mom: NO! I MEAN rings. Baby. Rings. Like a ring that a baby could wear. *gestures to her six-month-oldish daughter who's knawing on the cart*
Me: *can barely hold in a laugh because of the absurdity of it all* No. No, I don't believe we have those.
Mom: Are you positive?
Me: 99.9% sure, ma'am. But let me check.
For the record? We carry no such things. Thank god. Because WHO would really buy a ring for a baby to wear? Isn't that a choking hazard? Or, uh, just trashy?