Drastic Plastic

(It is my first day as a sales assistant in a video game store. I’m tidying the store when a woman walks over to me holding a Disney Infinity figure.)

Customer: “Excuse me, what is this made of?”

Me: “Um… I think it’s plastic?”

(The customer stares at me as if waiting for a different answer.)

Me: “You know what? I’ll check with my manager.”

(I walk over to my manager and, obviously looking completely bewildered, tell him what the customer just asked. He looks just as confused as I am.)

Manager: “Yeah… It’s plastic.”

Me: “That’s what I said.”

(I head back to the customer and give her the same answer as last time. She looks absolutely devastated.)

Customer: “Oh… I’m sorry…”

(She puts the figure back. And hurriedly leaves. My manager comes over looking bamboozled.)

Manager: “What was she hoping for?”

Me: “I don’t know. Hand carved from the finest ivory by tiny woodland pixies?”