Refusing Service To Elmer Fudd

(My sister works in a pet shop in our small village in the countryside. I’m standing in the store with her, watching the big glass cages where the store keeps its rabbits. A customer, an older man, approaches.)

Customer: “Wow, those little beasts sure are overpriced. Can you get me your boss?”

Sister: “Oh, sure, though I’m not sure he’ll be able to do anything about it.”

(Her boss arrives.)

Customer: “I wanted to ask about the rabbits. They are way too expensive. Can’t you make them cheaper?”

Boss: “Not really, no. These are very normal prices for animals that need a lot of care.”

Customer: “Oh, but I only need one rabbit, and it won’t need a lot of care with me.”

Boss: “Why not?”

Customer: “Because it will die soon, anyway.”

Boss: *taken aback* “What do you mean?”

Customer: “I’m a hunter. I need a rabbit so I can teach my new dog how to bite an animal to death.”

(My sister and I stare at each other in disbelief.)

Boss: “Sir… I need you to get the h*** out of my store.”

Customer: “But—”

Boss: “Now.”

(I thought that since the boss used to be a farmer, he’d think of animals as possessions, anyway. Guess I was proven wrong!)