Condimentally Challenged
(A young male customer in baggy clothes shuffles into the drugstore where I work and walks up to me.)
Customer: “Uh, yeah, uh… do you guys have any condiments?”
(I lead him to the condiment aisle and gesture to the ketchup and mustard.)
Customer: “Uh, no, uh… that’s not what I wanted… you got any, you know, rubber gloves?”
(By this point, I have a fairly good idea of what he’s looking for, but I diligently lead him to the cleaning supply aisle and point out the rubber gloves with a smile.)
Customer: “Uh, nah, I’m looking for… you know…”
Me: “Sir, do you mean CONDOMS?”
Customer: “YEAH!”
(I hope he used them properly; he wasn’t ready to reproduce.)