Customer: [holding up a bottle of lube] “Do you carry this, except as a lube?”
Me: “Um… pardon me?”
Customer: “I’m looking for this product, except lube.”
Me: “That is lube.”
Customer: “It is?” [He stares at the container in his hand, eventually noticing the bright red “Silicone Lubricant” decal that runs its entire length.] “Oh, hey! This is lube!”
Part of me is desperate to know what he actually thought was in the bottle (Antifreeze? Silly String? Crystal Pepsi?), but the rest of me is just glad he didn’t think it was flammable, like the last time this happened.
Unless he thought it was lighter fluid. Or lamp oil. Or a prêt-à-porter Molotov cocktail.
Something tells me I’m going to be printing out some very inane warning labels in the near future.