Customer: [arms spread wide] “You took care of me.”
Me: “I did?”
Customer: “Yes! I bought all the leather I’m wearing at your main store.”
Me: “Ah, I see. Great! I’m glad we could help.”
Customer: “So, what do you have that’s new?”
Me: “When were you last here?”
Customer: “Yesterday, when I bought all the leather.”
Me: “Okay… well, we did just get some interesting nipple clamps in…”
Customer: [noticing the Double Scorpio solvents] “Are these… you know, nasal?”
Me: [subtle but affirmative head movement]
Customer: “How much are they?”
Me: “Those are $19.99.”
Customer: “What?! That’s way too much! For $20, I could get a baggie of something a lot more fun to sniff.”
Me: “We… we don’t sell that here.”
Customer: [smiles crookedly and wanders into the bar]
Rok dropped by a little later in the evening, and when I told him about this customer, he was like, “Yeah, I’m the one who sold him all that leather. Apparently, he’s ‘straight,’ but this one time he put on a harness and invited some girls over, and at first, they ‘didn’t get it,’ but by the end of the night, ‘Oh, they got it.'”
Personally, I fall squarely into the “still doesn’t get it” camp, but I guess it’s not really my place to tell someone they’re doing straight wrong. And hey, at least his story was about a harness, versus, say, Maximum Impact. I like it when Forge employees just have to smile and nod instead of call the cops.
