You Can Count On Some Customers

(We have a few regulars in the store that we give nicknames. There is one middle-aged man who often wears a long black cloak with a high collar. He speaks with a thick Transylvanian-sounding accent, so I refer to him as ‘The Count.’)

The Count: “Hellooooo, daaaahliiing. Do you have any more of zese glasses?”

(I go out to the back and find another box. We’ve had a few problems with boxes being sent to us with broken pieces inside. I open it to show the customer all of them are fine.)

The Count: “Ahhhh, yes. Zey are very nice. And, let’s see…”

(He points at each in turn like ‘The Count’ from Sesame Street.)

The Count: “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6! They’re all there! Ah, ha, ha!”

(He takes the box out of my hands and goes to the counter with a sweep of his cloak. I guess some people live up to their nicknames!)