Free-Range Farmers To Provide Hens With Access To iTunes
(One of the doors to the store is scraping the floor up, so until we can get it repaired we lock it. It is a double door, so the other side is still usable. We put a sign on the door to please use the other door. A customer comes rushing up to the broken door and slams into it, falling onto her back. I rush to the door to see if she is okay; she stands up and laughs a bit, making a joke about how clumsy she is.)
Me: “Okay, but if you need anything, please let me know.”
(She goes down to the back and gets a carton of eggs after looking around a bit. She comes up to the counter.)
Customer: “What does ‘free-range’ mean?”
(The carton says, “free-range eggs,” so I explain it means that the hens were not put in cages and were allowed to walk around. She smiles really wide and gets really excited, and then asks:)
Customer: “Do you think that the farmers play music for them?”
(I have no idea what to say, but she seems so happy about it I just say:)
Me: “I… am sure they are nice and maybe sometimes they play the hens music.”
(She seems even happier with this.)
Customer: “Do you know the farmer’s name?”
Me: “I am afraid not… They get delivered by a guy named [Delivery Guy] if that helps?”
(She then pays for her eggs and leaves, saying:)
Customer: “Thank you for the free-range, musical eggs from Farmer [Delivery Guy]!”
(I just sort of waved and wondered what the h*** had just happened.)