Well, That’s A Kick In The Teeth

| Canada | Working | February 18, 2014

(I work in a clothing store. Most of my coworkers are around 50 or 60. It’s near closing time, and one of my coworkers had finished working about an hour ago. The phone rings and I take it.)

Me: “Hi, [Clothing Store]. How may I help you?”

Caller: “Hi. Did you find my teeth?”

Me: “Sorry, what? Your teeth? Who is this?”

Caller: “It’s [Coworker]. I can’t find my partial dental plate and was wondering if I’d forgotten it at the store.”

Me: *struggling not to laugh* “I’ll check in the back and call you if I find it.”

(I hang up and explain everything to my other coworker, who’s wondering what the phone call involving teeth was about. We go have a look in the back, but don’t find anything. About five minutes later, the phone rings again and I pick up.)

Caller: “Hey, it’s me again. Just calling to let you know that I’ve found my teeth.”

Me: *joking* “Don’t tell me; they’ve been in your mouth all along.”

Caller: “… Yes.”

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