Christmas Comes But Once A Year… Thank God

(I am working in the seasonal department on Christmas Eve. It is about twenty minutes until the store closes and I am REALLY looking forward to going home, but then this gem happens.)

Frantic Lady: “Excuse me. Where are your Christmas trees?”

Me: “We only have these three left, ma’am. These two are three feet tall, and this one is a five foot.”

Frantic Lady: “No, no, no. I need a big tree. This is unacceptable. Where are all your other trees?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but this is all we have left.”

Frantic Lady: “NO! When will you be getting more trees in?”

Me: “Next year…”