Knitting Therapy

You know what drives me crazy? Parents who come into the store, give the toy drums to their children, and then leave to use the bathroom. I am an employee, I am NOT their babysitter, nor do I want to listen to 10 minutes straight of 5yr olds drumming and shrieking. Hello? Parenting anyone!>?

You know what else drives me nuts? People who call the gift shop at the museum to ask questions about the university campus.

Um, gift shop, anyone?

Perhaps I should simply edit the previous entries...

nah.

Customer: (Places children's book on counter) Is this the best book you have about the Egyptian afterlife?
Me: Well, if you're looking for much information on the afterlife, you're probably going to want this scholarly book about the Egyptian book of the dead...
Customer: But this one has pictures. And mummies.
Me: Yes. But. Right, it has mummies.
Customer: I'll take it. (Dumps contents of purse onto book) How much is that?
Me: (Dig through the crap she dropped on the counter. Dig some more. Finally get to book and scan into computer.) 9.75
Customer: Right. I have change. (opens purse, dumps contents of change purse onto counter.) I have change. (Starts to count out single dollar bills. Then a quarter. then pennies.)
Me: I'll... get a bag while you do that.
Customer: (Drops all of change again into pile.) Oh! Can you put some other stuff in that bag?
Me: Sure... I guess...
Customer: (Hands over a stack of brochures from the museum. A glasses case. A gross smelling wallet. The glasses that were supposed to be in the case but are not.) All this stuff! Really should clean out my purse more!
Me: Yeah... uh... that's still $9.75.
Customer: Oh! Sorry, lost count! (Counts ones. then a quarter. then pennies.)
Me: *dies*