First real post here, so here goes:
Some background - several years ago, I worked part time at a local video game store (locally owned, not one of the national chains, so we could get away with just about anything). The store is just a small shop in the local mall, nothing fancy.
Dumb question #1
The store was completely dead since it was a couple hours after opening on a weekday morning and this older guy (50's perhaps) walks into the store. I greet him as he walks in and he ignores me. No big deal, I just go back to doing some paperwork. He wanders around the store for a few minutes looking at all the shelves and displays, etc. loaded with video games (the store sold nothing but video games and accessories and was wall to wall games). He then walks up to me and asks (completely serious):
"Do you sell video games?"
Dumb question #2
Ok, this one happened ALL THE TIME, from countless people, customers and people just passing by the store.
The store always had a large clock on the wall behind the counter. The mall had a large clock in the center of the building that could be seen if you leaned out the door of the shop. There were 2 jewelry shops within spitting distance that sold watches and had many time pieces on display, usually with the correct time, not to mention many, many other stores all over the mall. You can probably see where this is going...
Everyone would always come in and ask what time it was, even when they could see the clock on the wall right behind us in plain view. If we were busy when they asked (their favorite time to ask of course), we'd usually just point at the clock on the wall. Also note that 99% of the time they could see the clock right behind us when they asked and we would turn to look at it in order to tell them what time it was. If you were talking to an employee behind the counter, it was very hard not to see it.
Now, so far this has just been a rant, but there was one guy (call him B) that worked there that just loved messing with people that asked obviously dumb questions. Working with him was always fun!
The typical conversation with him when asked this question went like this:
SC: "Do you know what time it is."
B: "I sure do! Thanks for asking!"
SC: ... <stands there with a blank look, not quite sure what just happened>
B: <after 10-30 seconds of silence, depending on his mood or how busy he was>
"Oh! You wanted to know what time it was! Well, you see that round thing on the wall RIGHT BEHIND ME? Well, that's called a clock! It's used to tell time! The little hand points to the hour and the little hand points to the minute! So that means it's <current time>!"
SC: ... <would usually glare at him and walk out>
B: "Thanks for coming in!"
If there were other people in the store they'd usually be cracking up. And in case you were wondering, no, he never got in trouble for this. If anyone ever complained to the manager, she'd just tell them it was their fault for asking such a dumb question when the clock was right there on the wall for all to see. It was a great place to work!
I've got more stories from that job, but thought I'd start out small.
Some background - several years ago, I worked part time at a local video game store (locally owned, not one of the national chains, so we could get away with just about anything). The store is just a small shop in the local mall, nothing fancy.
Dumb question #1
The store was completely dead since it was a couple hours after opening on a weekday morning and this older guy (50's perhaps) walks into the store. I greet him as he walks in and he ignores me. No big deal, I just go back to doing some paperwork. He wanders around the store for a few minutes looking at all the shelves and displays, etc. loaded with video games (the store sold nothing but video games and accessories and was wall to wall games). He then walks up to me and asks (completely serious):
"Do you sell video games?"
Dumb question #2
Ok, this one happened ALL THE TIME, from countless people, customers and people just passing by the store.
The store always had a large clock on the wall behind the counter. The mall had a large clock in the center of the building that could be seen if you leaned out the door of the shop. There were 2 jewelry shops within spitting distance that sold watches and had many time pieces on display, usually with the correct time, not to mention many, many other stores all over the mall. You can probably see where this is going...
Everyone would always come in and ask what time it was, even when they could see the clock on the wall right behind us in plain view. If we were busy when they asked (their favorite time to ask of course), we'd usually just point at the clock on the wall. Also note that 99% of the time they could see the clock right behind us when they asked and we would turn to look at it in order to tell them what time it was. If you were talking to an employee behind the counter, it was very hard not to see it.
Now, so far this has just been a rant, but there was one guy (call him B) that worked there that just loved messing with people that asked obviously dumb questions. Working with him was always fun!
The typical conversation with him when asked this question went like this:
SC: "Do you know what time it is."
B: "I sure do! Thanks for asking!"
SC: ... <stands there with a blank look, not quite sure what just happened>
B: <after 10-30 seconds of silence, depending on his mood or how busy he was>
"Oh! You wanted to know what time it was! Well, you see that round thing on the wall RIGHT BEHIND ME? Well, that's called a clock! It's used to tell time! The little hand points to the hour and the little hand points to the minute! So that means it's <current time>!"
SC: ... <would usually glare at him and walk out>
B: "Thanks for coming in!"
If there were other people in the store they'd usually be cracking up. And in case you were wondering, no, he never got in trouble for this. If anyone ever complained to the manager, she'd just tell them it was their fault for asking such a dumb question when the clock was right there on the wall for all to see. It was a great place to work!
I've got more stories from that job, but thought I'd start out small.
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