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    Why Dracula No Longer Bites Crackheads

    | Richmond, KY, USA |

    (A very old man with a Dracula Transylvania accent comes into the store. I am standing in an aisle restocking something, easily spotted by anyone entering the store.)

    Dracula: “HO HO HO!” *it’s summer btw* “Where is everybody? All hands on deck! Can’t I get some f**king help here?!”

    Me bewildered: “Uhm, I’m right here. What can I help you with sir?”

    Dracula: “I need new razor blades.”

    Me: “Okay, they are right over here.” *leads him to display* “What kind of razor do you have?”

    Dracula: “I don’t know! Why does that matter? How am I suppose to know that?”

    Me: “Well, there are different blades for each kind of razor. If you can look through the razors we have and show me what it looks like, I’ll get you fixed up.”

    (Dracula finds his razor and I find his blades.)

    Me: “Do you want the 4 count or the 8 count? The 8 count costs a bit more.”

    Dracula: “Give me the 8 count! You think I want to come back here everyday? No one works here!”

    (I get the blades for him and start heading toward the checkout. He stops me and snatches the blades from me.)

    Dracula: “I need to see them first to make sure they’re right! *starts to open them*

    Me: “Sir, I’m sorry, but you can’t just open things. We matched them up to your razor. I’m sure they are right.”

    Dracula: *opens them anyway* “They’re right!”

    (He hands them to me and again I move toward the checkout. Again, he stops me.)

    Dracula: “What are you doing? Those are open. I’m not buying them!”

    Me: “Sir you were the one to open them after I clearly told you not to. So you are buying these. Next time, don’t open things you don’t want.”

    (He grabs another box of the shelf and snatches the open box from me. He tosses it onto a lower shelf and says…)

    Dracula: “You need a display anyway! You should have a display so people know what they are buying!”

    Me: “Sir, I’m fairly certain that our customers with children would not appreciate an open razor blade display!”

    (I snatch them up and sell him the unopened box; at this point, I just wanted him out of the store. We dealt with Dracula twice more.)