Generally, I avoid talking about work, if only because its not that interesting. And since I will not be there for the Harry Potter release this weekend, I don't think I can even say anything about that.
Still, the customers sometimes can be funny, in the most idiotic sort of way, and bring sunshine to my life.
Had a gentleman come in today, looking for books on "altitude testing." Both Conant and I turned to each other. Both of us sort of said What? with out speaking. I asked him if he meant military study guides? Nope, he said altitude testing again.
Then the light bulb went off in my head. Did you mean aptitude testing, I asked.
Sure enough, that's what he wanted. So I took him over to the reference section, but I told him I didn't think I had much of anything on that subject (as it turned out, I had one). He insisted on telling me why he needed such a book -apparently he was applying for a warehouse job driving a fork lift and all, and was surprised he had to take a test - but while he tried his hardest to cover up his mistake about what he was looking for in the first place, the more I wanted to escape from him.
Don't get me wrong, he was nice, super nice, but had I stayed with him (and I was approaching nearly 15 minutes) I would've needed to chew a leg off. Or my ear, as he was talking that off!
Still, Conant and I kept giggling about it for the rest of the day.
Altitude testing. Silly, customer.
Still, the customers sometimes can be funny, in the most idiotic sort of way, and bring sunshine to my life.
Had a gentleman come in today, looking for books on "altitude testing." Both Conant and I turned to each other. Both of us sort of said What? with out speaking. I asked him if he meant military study guides? Nope, he said altitude testing again.
Then the light bulb went off in my head. Did you mean aptitude testing, I asked.
Sure enough, that's what he wanted. So I took him over to the reference section, but I told him I didn't think I had much of anything on that subject (as it turned out, I had one). He insisted on telling me why he needed such a book -apparently he was applying for a warehouse job driving a fork lift and all, and was surprised he had to take a test - but while he tried his hardest to cover up his mistake about what he was looking for in the first place, the more I wanted to escape from him.
Don't get me wrong, he was nice, super nice, but had I stayed with him (and I was approaching nearly 15 minutes) I would've needed to chew a leg off. Or my ear, as he was talking that off!
Still, Conant and I kept giggling about it for the rest of the day.
Altitude testing. Silly, customer.
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