I used to do this to Annoying Cub Scouts and Webelos
When I was on staff in the Nature Lodge at Camp Geronimo up on the Mogollon Rim we used to send annoying kids on long errands to different Lodges for just these sorts of things:
Someone’s About To Get Smacked To The Future
Retail | Rio Rancho, NM, USA
Coworker: “Yes, miss. I understand it’s an emergency, But let me ask my coworker. He probably knows what your looking for!”
Me: “What’s going on?”
Coworker: “This woman was sent in looking for an item. She said it’s called a … a … something capacitor.”
Me: “Well, we don’t really carry any capacitors here. That’s more of a true electronics store thing.”
Customer: “Please, it’s my son’s birthday and my husband says that we desperately need to find a 120 volt flux capacitor for my son’s Xbox!”
Me: “Ma’am, unless you have a Mr. Fusion, I don’t know where you’re gonna need something like that.”
Customer: “What do you mean? My husband said this was an emergency! I have been to 3 stores and no one knows what I’m talking about!”
Me: *laughs* “Well, your husband sent you for a part to a time machine.”
Customer: “I am going to kill that man!”
It brings back memories of left-handed smoke shifters, buckets of prop wash, and 20ft coils of fallopian tubing.
Someone’s About To Get Smacked To The Future
Retail | Rio Rancho, NM, USA
Coworker: “Yes, miss. I understand it’s an emergency, But let me ask my coworker. He probably knows what your looking for!”
Me: “What’s going on?”
Coworker: “This woman was sent in looking for an item. She said it’s called a … a … something capacitor.”
Me: “Well, we don’t really carry any capacitors here. That’s more of a true electronics store thing.”
Customer: “Please, it’s my son’s birthday and my husband says that we desperately need to find a 120 volt flux capacitor for my son’s Xbox!”
Me: “Ma’am, unless you have a Mr. Fusion, I don’t know where you’re gonna need something like that.”
Customer: “What do you mean? My husband said this was an emergency! I have been to 3 stores and no one knows what I’m talking about!”
Me: *laughs* “Well, your husband sent you for a part to a time machine.”
Customer: “I am going to kill that man!”
It brings back memories of left-handed smoke shifters, buckets of prop wash, and 20ft coils of fallopian tubing.