Here's one from my days selling auto parts.
One Saturday, a nice-looking lady came through the door with a look of trepidation on her face...there was a bit of a lull in customer traffic, so I stepped out from behind the counter to ask if I could be of assistance.
She told me her husband's birthday was looming, and, as he was a fairly accomplished hobbyist mechanic/handyman, she wanted to get him some sort of nice toolage, but he already had so many implements she wanted to see for herself what we had on display.
I walked her up and down the aisles, showing her this and that, with an eye toward certain esoterica which would not ordinarily be owned by your average spanner-spinner, and soon enough,
her head began to spin-she told me she might better consult with her son as to what might be appropriate, and to insure she didn't mistakenly purchase something he already had; she told me she would go home, talk to her son and call me within the hour.
Sure enough, about an hour later she called, relating that she'd been in our store a short time ago, shopping for her husband's birthday.
I told her I had waited on her, and told her I was ready to help her further; she replied,
"No, it wasn't you."
I asked her to describe the fellow she had spoken to, and was told,
"It was a big guy...the biggest guy behind the counter."
I told her she had the right guy, I was indeed the biggest guy in the store, and even described her (to her) to establish my bone fides.
She replied,
"No, it wasn't you, I'm quite sure."
Sensing an impasse, I decided to default to merely offering my help anew, to which she said,
"But the man I talked to knows what he showed me...I'll just have to come down there again."
I hung up, wondering what would happen next.
About a half-hour later, the door opens, and here she comes.
She marches straight up to me, and says
"My God, I just called here and had the strangest conversation..."
I wasn't about to tell her I'd just had one myself.
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