As Clear As Glass

Me: *working on the zone, organizing the wall of Windex bottles*

Guest: *walks up behind me* “Sir, can I ask you a question?”

Me: *I turn around, my back to the Windex* “Certainly.” *with as sincere as a smile as I can muster*

Guest: “Could you tell me where I could find the Windex?”

Me: *having had situations much like this, but the sheer absurdity of this caught me off guard as I silently point my thumb right behind me*