So yesterday this old creepy lady came in.
She was drunk. She looked like a wicked skinny Ruth Gordon and sounded like a fat Carol Channing.
She was angry.
Here is the conversation:
GORDON CHANNING: "I'm looking for something for my niece."
ME: "How old is she?"
GORDON CHANNING: "How the fuck am I supposed to know?? Maybe nine."
ME: "I have these books and there are some toys over there..."
GORDON CHANNING: "I don't want that fucking shit."
ME: "Try the shop down the street next to the ice cream shop."
GORDON CHANNING: "Their ice cream is all freezer burned!!!"
ME: "NEXT to the ice cream shop."
GORDON CHANNING: "Fucking pain in the ass kids."
ME: "Thank you."