Thursday, November 15, 2007

It's an inexorable slide downhill today. This crazy guy (early 20s) with windbreaker and baseball hat wanted rap CDs. He wanted to listen to them beforehand and I said we can't do that here. So he bought four CDs and came back in ten minutes later wanting to return two of them. I explained that you can't return stuff because you don't like it.

I decided to be nice and so I offered him store credit, saying that's the best I can do because they're opened. He gets all like, "Don't you think it's unfair that I work hard for my money and I can't listen them before I buy them?"

I just stared at him. There were so many things wrong with his question (statement) that I couldn't even begin. I'd lose it if I spoke. Finally he was like, "Anyway I'll take the credit...I'm just sayin' is all..."

Then he went over to our tiny rap section and browsed it over and over for 45 minutes, just going over and over the same seven rows of discs.

He ended up picking out a couple more CDs and came to the counter. I knew he was about to, because he started tapping his foot rapidly, escalating the volume and tempo until it seemed he was a bomb that might explode.

He remarked, "I don't get back here much so I have to make sure I get the right music. I live out in the woods of Vermont....VERRR-mont. Vermont. Sure is getting cold. I'm still outdoors painting and varnishing in 40-degree weather. Crazy, huh?"


"I've got a custom painting business. This is my business card [shows me but doesn't give me one] Really good stuff. I do work for famous, important people. Boy, I wasn't sure if I would find a CD I wanted over there. Thought I might go crazy."

"I wouldn't doubt it..."



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