Unfiltered Story #92710

, , | Unfiltered | August 29, 2017

(I’m stocking new products when a well-dressed man in his 50’s walks over to me. He speaks VERY articulately.)

Customer: “Hello. I was here yesterday around closing and “Maybe” said she would set aside a particular book for me.”

Me: “I’m sorry, did you say “Maybe”?”

Customer: “Yes, I was speaking with Maybe. She said she would leave it behind the till, however there is currently no one present at the till.”

Me: “I can certainly check to see if there’s a book behind there for you, but we don’t have anyone named “Maybe” that works here. We have a “Marcy” but she’s been on vacation for a week now.”

Customer: “No. I was speaking to Maybe. I remember, because I thought her name was rather beautiful and unique.”

(Suddenly my coworker sees the customer and walks over to us.)

Customer: “MAYBE! Darling, there you are. Do you have my book, dear?”

Coworker: *sighs* “…right this way, sir.”

(The customer leaves after the transaction.)

Me: “What was that all about?”

Coworker: “I have no idea… I told him multiple times that my name is Claudette, but he INSISTED that it was “Maybe”.”

(Obviously that became her nickname at the store.)