Unfiltered Story #157538

I am the customer in this situation. The weeds has been something awful in our backyard all summer, to the point where no matter how much weeding we do, we cannot seem to keep ahead of them. My husband and I head to our local hardware store to look for weedkiller, which I generally dislike using but I am so frustrated that I am looking for the best bottled poison available.

Hardware Employee: Ma’am, can I help you find something?

Me: Yes, I am looking for some weedkiller. Something strong.

Hardware Employee: Well, we have this brand, which guarantees the weeds to stay gone for up to 90 days. *points me over brand in question*

Me: *inspects bottle* Anything stronger?

Hardware Employee: This is pretty strong, ma’am, it’s the strongest thing we carry.

Me: *absentmindedly* No, no, I need the weeds gone. Dead. *emphatic pause* Forever.

Hardware Employee: … *glances at my husband*

Husband: Honey, they don’t sell atomic bombs here.

I finally clue in, blank stare and all, and we all had a laugh before taking our weedkiller to the check out line.