There’s No Such Thing As Half A Dozen Stupid Questions
Customer: “Excuse me, where can I find the manager?”
Me: “She’s in the cigar booth over there, with the hanging sign that says ‘Cigars.'”
Customer: “Oh, okay. What’s his name?”
Me: “Her name is Kat.”
Customer: “Ken?”
Me: “No, Kat.”
Customer: “Jack?”
Me: “No, Kat. Like the animal.”
Customer: “A woman?!”
Me: “Haha, yeah.”
Customer: “Oh, okay. Where is she?”
Me: “The cigar booth.”
Customer: “The registers?”
Me: “No, the cigar booth.”
Customer: “The tasting area?”
Me: “Let me show you…”
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