The Beery Dearies
I am arranging some food at the grocery store when two elderly ladies come up to me, looking conservative in their long skirts and very simple shirts.
Elderly Lady: “Hello, dearie!”
Me: “Hello! Can I help you?”
Elderly Lady: “I think you can.”
Her voice suddenly becomes more rough and casual.
Elderly Lady: “Where’s the beer?”
Me: “The beer?”
Elderly Lady: “Yes, the beer! All I see is wine around here, but I want beer. Where is it?”
Me: “Uh, it’s in the back near the soda.”
Elderly Lady: “Oh! That would make sense.”
She switches back to the little-old-lady voice.
Elderly Lady: “Thank you, dearie!”
The two ladies trotted off to the back to find their beer. More power to them.
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Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
