What A Weird World She Has Knitted For Herself

(I am a cashier at an arts and crafts store and it is my second week. This is also my first job. A middle-aged woman wanders up to my counter without any items, looking lost.)

Customer: “Hello… I’m looking for blueberries.”

Me: *blinks in confusion* “I’m sorry, ma’am, this is a craft store. We don’t sell food.”

Customer: “Blueberries? That’s not a food.”

Me: “It most certainly is, ma’am…”

Customer: “I want blueberries, though! Not the kind you eat, the kind you knit with!”

Me: *now seriously confused* “You knit with them? What do they look like?”

Customer: “You know, they’re blue! And long! And…”

(She glares at me as if I should’ve figured it out by now.)

Me: “Blue yarn, maybe? Knitting needles?”

Customer: “Are you f****** kidding me?! Blueberries! God!”

(She stormed out without another word, leaving me completely confused. I never did figure out what she was talking about.)