Oak-Kay?
It is the 1990s. A customer walks up to me to ask about a small CRT tube TV table on wheels.
Customer: “Do you have this in black?”
Me: “Usually, but we’re out of stock in black, we should have some next week or so.”
Customer: “What about this box?”
Me: “It’s not black, it’s brown.”
The box says, “Oak,” but it is a cheap imitation of oak.
Customer: “Okay.” *Walks away*
Five minutes later, he reappears with hate in his eyes, telling me that I lied to him. I really don’t understand what he is talking about. So, he goes to the clean, pristine, factory-sealed box of the “oak” version of the table, opens it, pulls out a plank, and shows it to me.
With an open box, there are going to be about forty customers asking for a discount on that piece of already inexpensive furniture right after this idiot, so I’m not happy.
Customer: *Angrily* “You said this was brown. It’s oak!”
Me: “Didn’t you want black?”
Customer: “Yes!”
Me: “Then what does it matter that I wasn’t precise?”
Customer: “You lied! It isn’t brown, it’s oak.”
Me: “What is oak?”
Customer: “What do you mean?”
Me: “Well, oak is wood, right?”
Customer: “Yes.”
Me: “Generally speaking, what color is wood?”
Customer: “Brown!”
Me: “Well, if oak is wood and wood is brown, and you want black…”
Customer: “It’s not brown, it’s oak!”
This particularly idiotic customer left with a profoundly bewildered look on his face.