"Excuse me, do you have this in pink?"
"No, we don't."
"Do you have this, but without the mesh part, in turquoise?"
"No, the only colors we have are on display."
"Oh, okay, so do you have this same shoe, but maybe with some polka dots on the side, or with stripes, in some sort of greenish color?"
"NO."

I guess I don't understand people who ask me these questions because I am such a quiet shopper. When I shop, I want to be left alone, because if I have a question, I will come and find you. So I really don't understand why people feel the need to save their questions until I am ringing up a line of 5 or more people and the phones are ringing.

A man came into my place of work today with dirty clothes and a creepy look on his face. The lady I was ringing up became very nervous so I hurried up and helped her and then asked him if I could help him find anything. In a very business-like tone, he informed me that he needed to leave a message here and it was very important. So I humored him and gave him a piece of paper, because I wanted to see what he was going to write. Mumbling to himself, he scribbled:

"To number one mums. I will be at the liquor store in exactly a week from now. And this is wednesday. So I will be at the liquor store next wednesday. Have a good day mums. your son, __________"

He then handed me the note and said thanks and skipped out of the store.

p.s. Coraline is quite possibly the most terrifying movie I have seen in my life.