Voodoo

Today I was standing at the registers ringing up orders. I put a sign at my register that read, “SORRY-THIS REGISTER IS CLOSED, PLEASE PROCEED TO NEXT REGISTER” (or something along those lines). A woman in a red shirt wearing sunglasses (inside! A pet peeve of mine) approached me. Being the customer-service oriented person that I am, I asked if she needed assistance. Our conversation progressed as follows:

Customer: “Yeah, do you have voodoo dolls here?”

Me: “Ah, actually, I don’t know. I know we have carried them in the past, you’ll need to go to the help desk located in the center of the store and they can take you to it if we have any voodoo dolls.” (I point to the help desk)

C: (giving the “are you retarded?” head tilt and facial expression) “Don’t you work here?”

Me: (giving the “my, you are quite a bitch!” smile) “Yes. For seven years. In fact, that’s what I’m doing right now. However, since we are such a large store, I don’t have a running inventory in my head of what we currently carry. As I said, the help desk can assist you further.”

Hm. I can’t imagine why this woman might need a voodoo doll. I kinda thought about looking for one shortly after our conversation ended.