The Paint Is In Aisle Five; Prepare To Die
(My 20-year-old son goes to a craft store with me. He has long hair, pulled back in a ponytail, slightly ratty jeans, and an oversized t-shirt with a small name-tag which says ‘hello my name is Inigo Montoya.’)
Random Customer: *approaches my son* “Where are the buttons?”
(My son turns at looks at me, with a ‘help me’ expression. I walk over.)
Me: “The buttons are over that way.”
(My son and I look at each other and laugh. We then go to a second craft store.)
Other Random Customer: *approaches my son* “Where is the paint?”
(Again I was able to point the woman in the right direction. My son vowed never again to shop while wearing that shirt.)
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