I know where the Good People went, Mr. Jack Johnson
Situtation: looking for gloves for miming today.
Story:
Me: [Walking into Zumiez, see a girl worker. Let’s say her name is “Jill”…]
“Jill”: (Tatooed, dyed hair, very punky-ily dressed, pierced all over) Hi! Can I help you? [Said very ecstaticly]
Me: Hi! Actually, yes. I’m looking for gloves. Do you by any chance have any?
“Jill”: Hmm… gloves. Actually no. (to herself) Hmm, we should have some. Ugh.. What do you need them for?
Me: Well, me and my friends are going to be working as mimes for our school prom tomorrow.
“Jill”: Oh! Cool! So you need like white gloves??
Me: Actually black…. Do you know where they might sell some?
“Jill”: Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking about right now… (comes a guy worker. Let’s say his name is “Ted.”) Hey Ted!
“Ted”: Hey what’s up?
“Jill”: Do you know where they sell gloves?
“Ted”: Like ski gloves?
“Jill”: Well, this girl and her friends are going to be mimes for their school prom.
“Ted”: (WTF attitude) Mimes for their prom??!!??…. (looks at me. Pauses. Smiles.)…. Dude, give me a high five.
Me: (Laugh. Give him a high five)
At this point, “Ted” is listing off places. He finishes. Goes back to work. New customers come in. He says, “Hey! We’re giving out free high fives today!”
Me: Thank you so much for you’re help. (Start to walk out the store.)
“Jill”: (Calling after me) Good luck with you’re mining thing!
Me: Thanks!
Oh man. That made my day.