Moms: Gotta Love ‘Em, Part 2

Moscow, ID, USA |

Me: “Thank you for calling [store]. How may I direct your call?”

Customer: “Can you tell me if you have a product in your store? I have a code from an old receipt.”

Me: “Sure.”

(I pull up my terminal and she gives me the number. The screen gives me information for a very specific brand of condom.)

Me: “Yes, we have six in stock.”

Customer: “Wait, you have some? Last time I was in you were out. I need that specific product. See, I have this deal with my son. I buy him condoms and he doesn’t provide me with grandbabies.”

Me: “That’s nice.”

Customer: “Can I buy those condoms over the phone and have them sent to my son? I don’t want grandbabies until he’s out of grad school, and he’s on the east coast.”

Me: “No, ma’am. You can buy them online and have them shipped to a store near him.”

Customer: “Well, he doesn’t have a car. Can they be shipped to his house from your store?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but no. You could come in and buy them and ship to him yourself?”

Customer: “I guess I’ll have to do that. But knowing my luck, I’d run into everyone I knew while I was there. Thanks!”

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