I sell stone for construction and landscaping, and other miscellaneous things such as mulch, gravels, dirt, etc.
Today, just a few minutes ago, in fact, I had a person come in needing dirt. He only needed a few tubs full of it. Those ten-ish gallon giant tupperware looking things?
We usually don't sell that small of an amount, but it's been slow today.
When this guy came into the office to pay, I got a whiff of something rancid. This dude smelled. Bad. Real bad. Like, dead animal stench.
Casually ask him what the dirt is for, and his response is, "I need it for my pet cemetery. I've gotta get those dogs and cats out of my refrigerator sometime!"
Then tries to pat my arm like we're friends with an inside joke, which I dodged.
"Cats AND dogs".
What the fuck? Multiples?
Anyone else have any interesting/odd/slightly frightening customer stories?
Today, just a few minutes ago, in fact, I had a person come in needing dirt. He only needed a few tubs full of it. Those ten-ish gallon giant tupperware looking things?
We usually don't sell that small of an amount, but it's been slow today.
When this guy came into the office to pay, I got a whiff of something rancid. This dude smelled. Bad. Real bad. Like, dead animal stench.
Casually ask him what the dirt is for, and his response is, "I need it for my pet cemetery. I've gotta get those dogs and cats out of my refrigerator sometime!"
Then tries to pat my arm like we're friends with an inside joke, which I dodged.
"Cats AND dogs".
What the fuck? Multiples?
Anyone else have any interesting/odd/slightly frightening customer stories?
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