Just another day at work.
have to get to take a shift at register. Generally, I don’t mind, because I like to interact with our customers. And it can get real interesting up at check-out. A few days ago, for example, a guy came in looking for a specific kind of cigar. I say guy. He looked to be at least 80, but maybe that’s just a result of his lifestyle.
This is an accurate account of our sparkling conversation. I know because it was so good that I wrote it down right afterwards. You’re welcome.
An older gentleman approaches the register, where he chooses a brand of cigar…
Older Gentleman: “They keep pushing up the prices on my cigarettes; I had to change to cigars.”
Me: “Yeah, I guess cigars are cheaper, if you smoke less of them.”
Older Gentleman: “If they keep going up, I’m gonna have to switch back to pot.”
Older Gentleman: “I can get a quarter pound of pot for $250.”
Me: “That’ll be $2.19”
Older Gentleman: “Do you know how much pot that is?”
Me: “No, I sure don’t.”
Older Gentleman: “Sure you do.”
Me: “No, I can’t even picture what a quarter pound of pot would look like.”
Older Gentleman: “Oh, you can’t, huh?”
Me: “No, sir, I sure can’t.”
Older Gentleman: “One day, I got up and I started drinking beer and liquor at 6am. I kept on until midnight. Then my son came over and we were smoking it up. I didn’t know where I was or what I was doin’.
Me: “I guess not. That’s a lot of drinking, from 6am to midnight.”
Older Gentleman: “You don’t know where I can buy some pot do you?”
Me: “No, sir, I don’t know where.”
Older Gentleman: “If I was in Maryland, I could get some easy. You sure you don’t know?”
Me: “No sir, I don’t know. But I’ve got another customer in line behind you.”
Older Gentleman: Turning around and looking at the woman behind him, “Oh, she don’t know where to get any pot, either.”