Yesterday was a slow day at work, but the people were so friendly. A couple of my favorite folks came in to make a purchase. She lacked 12 cents, and did not want to break a dollar. She turned to her husband and said, "Hey, do you have 12 cents?" and he answered no, that he had no change at all. She peeled off a dollar and handed it to me. "Don't worry," I said, "I'm going to give you some sense, since neither of you have any between you." She laughed. "I'm telling you (looking at her husband...) at some point, I'm getting those pants off you. If I find 12 cents, you're a dead man." They both laughed like crazy, and so did I.
They left the store, and I was still grinning. When I went to school with him, he was very quiet, almost painfully shy. 30+ years later, he's happily married, and somewhere along the line, he's gotten over shy.
Next thing, I know, they're back at the foot of my counter. "Did I ring something up wrong?" I asked. "Oh, no," they assured me. With dawning horror, I said, "Oh dear heavens, don't tell me you went through his pants in the parking lot. Mrs. W!!!!!!!! This is a family store here!!!!" and they about fell over laughing.
No. Mr. W. had really admired our charcoal grill, the one on sale. The one with the adjustable tray that raises the heat up and down, on sale for $99.99. They talked about it in the parking lot, and decided to get it. I directed him to the Jack Daniel's charcoal, made from whisky barrels, and he stood reading that, finally deciding on the ultimate grill experience.
The manager came up, and looked surprised to see them again. They are jolly and loud. They're not the sort of people you miss in the store, and he'd noticed them the first time. "I know." I said, shaking my head. "I try and try, but I can't get rid of them," and they said some loud thing that would have sounded really obnoxious coming from someone I didn't know, and I came back with some sort of zinger, and next thing I know, there's folk from the back of the line craning their necks, trying to what all the yelling is about. "Look there," I said, in an aggrieved tone. "You both are starting to make people nervous!" which tickled them to death. "It's okay," I announced to the line. "We're escorting them out!" (A couple of the guys were there to help them load their grill) and they all went out the door laughing their hind ends off.
I love that store. Really.