How To Lose Your Marbles In Style
(Our store used to have a completely gutted 1957 Chevy truck as a centerpiece. It was part of the store’s trademark. Walking down the store past the truck, I am stopped by an old man.)
Me: “Sir?”
Old Man: “Young lady, how much are you selling this truck for?”
Me: “Sorry, sir, the truck isn’t for sale. It’s owned by [company].”
Old Man: “I’ll give you a hundred dollars for it.”
Me: “Sir, the truck is not for sale. I apologize.”
Old Man: “All right… I’ll give you two hundred!”
Me: “Sir, the truck is not for sale. And even if it was, it would be for a LOT more than $200.”
Old Man: “Yes, I suppose you’re right… SAY! SOMEONE STEALING, LOOK!” *points behind me*
(As I turn to look behind me, the man climbs the crates next to the truck, opens the driver’s seat door, and gets behind the wheel.)
Old Man: “WHOOOOOOOOO-HAW! CAN’T CATCH ME NOW, CAN YOU!” *swings steering wheel around and starts to make gun noises* “PEW PEW! PEW PEW!”
(Mall Security ended up being called after the old man was “trying” to run us over. I wish I was joking.)
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