Someone’s Escaped From The Asylum

A well-dressed lady in her fifties enters our antique shop.

Me: “Hello and welcome. I will have to ask you to wear your mask, please.”

Customer: “Hmph! I don’t believe in those. Haven’t you heard? They put 5G chipsets in the vaccines.”

Me: “Yeah, well… I’m sorry, but we are requested by law to wear masks inside the shop.”

Customer: “The law! Haha! Don’t you know about sub-terrians? They control everything. They eat babies, you know.”

Me: “Yeaaah… well…”

I really don’t know what to say, because she is perfectly calm and polite, so I let her check our items.

Customer: “Do you sell crystals?”

Me: “Sure, we do, right here—”

Customer: “Well, crystals will protect you, but not from aliens. I know. I’ve been abducted you know. I have a chip in my nose. Wanna see?”

Me: “No, thank you. That… must be hard?”

Customer: “I’ve seen things, you know. They hide everything.”

She then proceeded to check all the items and politely leave. Some workdays are amazing.