The Fragility Of My Temper

(The place I work at sells everything for your home. Note, the store is a warehouse and has cement floors. A customer walks up to the self-checkout, begins to check out, and drops one of two glass vases. The vase, of course, shatters into pieces.)

Customer: *walks up to me with the unbroken vase* “I don’t want this vase anymore. I didn’t realize how fragile they were.”

Me: “You didn’t realize how fragile these glass vases were?”

Customer: “Yes, and I don’t want to purchase an item that can break this easily.”

(The customer begins to walk back to her checkout. Halfway, she turns around again to address me.)

Customer: “Oh, and by the way, can you clean up this mess?”