There's this dude in a wheelchair with a cowboy hat on that rolls around town all day. Everytime I saw him, he was always haulin' ass somewhere. I've dubbed him the Wheelchair Cowboy.
So, he finally comes into the store (Movie Gallery). We're about 30 minutes from closing. I'm busy for a while, but I eventually walk over and ask if I can help him find something.
He says, "What about that Witchtoe?"
I say, "Witchtoe? We've got a lot of 'Witch-something' movies. Lemme check."
No Witchtoe.
Me - "Sorry man: can't find any Witchtoe."
Him - "What's that?"
"That movie you asked about."
"What?"
"What?
"..."
"..."
"You asked me to look for Witchtoe."
"..."
"..."
"...I wanna talk to that girl over there."
"...Ok, then."
So, he goes over to the corner of the store. Halfway down this isle, there's a blonde whose boyfriend is looking in another isle. He nods his head up at her and says, "Hey, there."
I go back to the front.
...
We're five minutes from closing time. I've turned off all the lights except for the ones up front. He's looking at our suspense stuff right next to the counter. He half-rolls around to see us and asks,
"Can you hear to me?"
Angela (co-worker) asks
"Excuse me?"
"He told me that my mic was on and that you were listening to me."
(Angela checks with me. I shake my head.)
Angela - "No, we can't hear you."
Him - "Cause he said you were listenin."
"No, not me."
...Weird.
...Witchtoe, man. Witchtoe.
So, he finally comes into the store (Movie Gallery). We're about 30 minutes from closing. I'm busy for a while, but I eventually walk over and ask if I can help him find something.
He says, "What about that Witchtoe?"
I say, "Witchtoe? We've got a lot of 'Witch-something' movies. Lemme check."
No Witchtoe.
Me - "Sorry man: can't find any Witchtoe."
Him - "What's that?"
"That movie you asked about."
"What?"
"What?
"..."
"..."
"You asked me to look for Witchtoe."
"..."
"..."
"...I wanna talk to that girl over there."
"...Ok, then."
So, he goes over to the corner of the store. Halfway down this isle, there's a blonde whose boyfriend is looking in another isle. He nods his head up at her and says, "Hey, there."
I go back to the front.
...
We're five minutes from closing time. I've turned off all the lights except for the ones up front. He's looking at our suspense stuff right next to the counter. He half-rolls around to see us and asks,
"Can you hear to me?"
Angela (co-worker) asks
"Excuse me?"
"He told me that my mic was on and that you were listening to me."
(Angela checks with me. I shake my head.)
Angela - "No, we can't hear you."
Him - "Cause he said you were listenin."
"No, not me."
...Weird.
...Witchtoe, man. Witchtoe.
