"Do you dye hair here? Could you dye my pubic hair for me?" from an 80 year old woman.
"Is blue black hair dye darker than jet black hair dye? Because I want my hair to be black black. So is this jet black like, black black?" Nope, it's brown brown, we just labeled it black to trick trick you. (She actually called the store when she got home too, so I could reassure her again that the color she bought was indeed black black.)
"These combs are $.79 cents each? Can't I just get two for a dollar?" No, because then you would be underpaying by fifty eight cents plus tax. Also, this is not a flea market.
A woman, gesturing to my coworkers tattoos and piercings, "What's with all this, this trash all over." I don't know, what's with all this bitch in you?
"What is the kind of glue that is stronger than nail or hair glue? I need to glue the bow back on my daughters shoe." Have you tried superglue? "Do you sell that here?" Yes, it's in the aisle with the screwdrivers and toilet paper.
"Why don't you have the same products as the beauty store I went to in Washington?" I am stumped as how to even address this.
"I saw a product on your website that says it is not carried in your stores. Can you check if you have it in your store for me?" later in the conversation "Well how can I get it without ordering it online?" Maybe if you close your eyes and wish really hard the magical beauty fairy will bring it to you for Christmas.
"Do you have this product in the back?
Is there something wrong with the one right here?
"Well this one is on the sales floor, I want a new one."
It's in an unopened package
"But it is on the sales floor, I don't want a used one."
But it's not..it's brand new..unopened...sigh, never mind.
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