All Hail Lord Konica

Customer: “I need to make copies.”

Me: “Okay, that copier over there is free, and I just cleared the counter. You’re all set to copy.”

Customer: “But I need to use Konica.”

Me: “Well, another customer is using that machine right now. The other copier works just as well.”

Customer: “I need to use Konica. May I wait to use Konica?”

Me: “Uh, sure. Just come to the register when you’re done.”

(Ten minutes later, the customer using the Konica pays and leaves.)

Customer: “The Konica is free now. May I use Konica?”

Me: “Uh-huh.”

(The customer walks over to the Konica, places his palms together, juts his elbows out, and pray-bows in front of the machine while muttering. He then proceeds to make copies, pray-bows again, comes over to the register, pays, and leaves. We’ve since nicknamed him Acid Man.)