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Hello everybody. 
I'm a long-time lurker, but I finally decided to register and become a real person.
A little bit of background first. A long time ago, I used to work at Radio Shack (long enough that it was actually 2 words then). I worked there for 10 years, so I had outlasted a lot of other people (both managers and employees) and gotten pretty good at doing my job without having any mental breakdowns due to the customer "ambiance".
For my first story, I'll tell the tale of a rather sweet little old lady who nearly caused my brain to leap from my cranium and run screaming into the night.
As usual, I was working alone. We were a small enough store that we could get away with 1 person on a shift for long periods of time. This tiny, frail, lady who looked to be in her 80s came up to the counter and asked me if we sold vibrators...
My brain actually spoke to me, saying: Don't laugh! If you do, you'll never hear the end of it from management when she goes to complain. I'll get you through this somehow.
And my brain didn't let me down. Somehow (and I have no idea how), I didn't laugh. And I knew what she had meant! We sold a number of offbeat items in addition to the TVs and batteries. We sold a rechargeable back massager. Yes, it vibrated. And yes, that's what she meant.
I owe my brain big time for that.
I'm a long-time lurker, but I finally decided to register and become a real person.A little bit of background first. A long time ago, I used to work at Radio Shack (long enough that it was actually 2 words then). I worked there for 10 years, so I had outlasted a lot of other people (both managers and employees) and gotten pretty good at doing my job without having any mental breakdowns due to the customer "ambiance".
For my first story, I'll tell the tale of a rather sweet little old lady who nearly caused my brain to leap from my cranium and run screaming into the night.
As usual, I was working alone. We were a small enough store that we could get away with 1 person on a shift for long periods of time. This tiny, frail, lady who looked to be in her 80s came up to the counter and asked me if we sold vibrators...
My brain actually spoke to me, saying: Don't laugh! If you do, you'll never hear the end of it from management when she goes to complain. I'll get you through this somehow.
And my brain didn't let me down. Somehow (and I have no idea how), I didn't laugh. And I knew what she had meant! We sold a number of offbeat items in addition to the TVs and batteries. We sold a rechargeable back massager. Yes, it vibrated. And yes, that's what she meant.
I owe my brain big time for that.
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