It wasn't me, honest!
I used to work at a drug store with a photo center, in the days before 1-hour photos. The camera counter handled all the cameras, watches, electric razors (including the infamous and sadistic Epilady), cordless telephones (also a novelty, one that could be listened to on channel 3 on your TV set), etc. It also served as a low-price answer center, and people would commonly come in with some non-functioning gizmo and expect me to know what to do with it.

One couple came in, and a few minutes into helping them (oh dear, it still makes me retch) the foulest fart odor (it was nearly visible, it was that bad) came out of nowhere. Tears came to my eyes and I tried to finish the transaction in a single breath without inhaling. But the customers didn't seem to notice it. How can that be? Am I insane?

Turns out the gizmo was just in need of batteries, and I welcomed the opportunity to come out from behind the counter and to the battery display. I turned back just in time to see the wife slap the sheepish husband's arm, mouthing "That was you?"

I managed to maintain my composure and not embarass the poor guy.
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Wed 18 Jul 2007, 22:21, Reply)