Hours and Locations

I used to like people. Really, I promise I did.

After a particularly trying evening with some particularly trying customers, I finally usher (what I think) is the last customer out the door five minutes before we close. The moment I turn and begin the long victory walk toward the back of the store to start preparing to leave for the night that all too familiar "ding" of the door alerts me that I am no longer safe. Another customer has arrived.

I turn to look, it is the same guy that I just helped for the past 30 minutes.

The same guy who made me want to put a staple gun to my eye for the past 30 minutes.

He is back.

"Did you forget something?" I ask politely.

"No. But do you know where an Old Navy is around here?"

"Sorry, I don't. I think the closest one is actually about 12 miles away"

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Well do you know how long it would take me to get there?"

really?

"No, I am sorry I have no idea."

"Well if you had to guess, how long do you think it would take me to get there?"

"Um, maybe ten or fifteen minutes?

"Exactly?"

"I am sorry sir, I really don't know."

"Well, do you know their hours?"

"Old Navy's hours?"

"Yes."

"No, sorry, I have no idea."

"Well you are not very much help are you?" As he leaves in disgust.

Really? Because I should clearly know the hours and locations of stores THAT ARE NOT THE ONE I WORK AT. What am I? The Yellow Pages? Jesus. You have got to be kidding me. I think he wanted me to feel bad. Am I supposed to feel bad for this? Did I do something wrong? Am I missing something here?

I can't take it anymore.