me: "greetings" peering over a pile of boxes
customer: "oh our office hours" are 8:00 til' 4:30
me: "hi how are you"
customer: "are you purolator"
me: looking at my brown coat, brown pants, and brown turtle neck ... "what?"
customer: "are you....oh"
me: ya i got 3 for you here
customer: where are they from?
me: thinking to myself i dont give a shit where they are from but but i should really say purolator and that they are getting really fucking heavy...but instead i say "your shipper do you want them or not?"
customer: put them there... pointing to a desk 30 miles from where we are standing
me: "i was hoping i could put them over there" on my ay back i dig into her candy dish. "wow these taste way better than they look"
customer: yea they kinda look like ...umm..err....
me: TURDS , have a good eveining