Wood You Please Read The Room, Sir

We’re in the middle of quarantine, and my store is crammed full of people that don’t need to be there and I’m already on edge. We don’t sell wood by the foot. The price for a board of wood doesn’t change if you have us cut it for you. 

Customer: “So, this is only eight feet, I had them cut off four feet, so you need to only charge me for eight feet. 

Me: “This is the price it’s ringing up at, sir.”

Customer: “Right, but I’m only buying eight feet, not twelve feet.”

I stare at him blankly. 

Customer: “But I’m only buying eight feet.”

I keep staring at him blankly, because if I open my mouth it’s going to be to yell at him. 

Customer: “You’re not going to change the price for me, are you?”

Me: “No, sir.”

Seriously, dude, don’t come to me in the middle of a crisis and ask me to charge you less for a product that is non-essential because you threw part of it on our scrap pile.