I got the "opportunity" to zone (Wal-Martese for clean) the Sporting Goods area for a half-hour Sunday night. I really don't enjoy being out on the sales floor because 1) we all know how I feel about Wal-Mart's merchandise and 2) I don't know anything about sports. (Are TV watching & dancing in clubs considered sports?)
Anyway. I'm straightening the shelves and putting away merchandise when this woman asks me for help with an airbed. **Sigh. Airbeds**
She wants to know if a certain model comes with a pump or if she needs to buy a pump. Which thankfully I know all about. People return those blasted airbeds all the time. We're like a Rent-A-Center for airbeds.
I give her the 411 on the airbeds. And show her which pumps go with which models so she doesn't get confused. She thinks I give a squeeze and starts telling me about how she's got company coming and she's "one bed short." And she doesn't want her grandkids to have to sleep on the floor. She's a harmless old lady happy for someone to talk to. I bet she has 5 cats.
And then she goes "When they leave, can I return it?"