Me, "Hi, I'm here to pick up some lock sets."
Dude, "hmmmm, well I have no idea where those would be."
We have a stare down. Like I'm going to leave if he just looks at me long enough. I don't think so. I'm old enough to be his mother, I'm peri-menopausal, and even though I have no children of my own, I have mastered 'the look'. And the whole time I'm thinking...'why do boys grow sparse, scraggly, beards like that. Shave for crying out loud.'
There is a geek on the computer the entire time that only looked up once. If I had a gun in my hand, he wouldn't have known it.
Me, "well, you need to find them, we've paid for them, and we need them."
Dude walks away and returns empty handed. "I just don't know where they are...."
Geek, still on computer not looking up.
Me, doing the eye roll, "This is just why I do not like shopping here. We bought 7-8 doors here and door locks, we got a call they are done, and we need them. I have two kids getting off the bus in 20 minutes, so you need to find them now." I want to tell Geek man to get the hell off the computer, and help Dude find my lock sets. I am the customer after all.
Geek finally looks up.
I think they think I'm Cindy Crawford or something (see my 'other' blog) because they are just staring. Geek speaks. "who called you?"
"I have no idea what his name is. HetalkedlikethisrunninghiswordstogetherandIcouldhardlyunderstandathinghesaid."
Geek looks back down, Dude just stares.
Finally, when I kind of did the head nod eye bulge look, like you better get moving Dude...before I pinch someones head off...Geek man says, without looking up again I might add, "look in receiving."
There were seven of these in two boxes.
Dude stacked one box on top of the other
And this folks, is why I go to small locally owned businesses whenever I can.
People care at small locally owned businesses.