tracks with my experiance, in a hardware store you get all these chuckleheads that come in and want “a good ol’ bang-a-long” and your like “sir… what is a bang-a-long?” and they throw a ten pound hissy fit and go “how in the gul durn heck of a cats pussy do you not know whahat a fucking bang-along-a-bang-bang is, I’ll kill you” and once they’re done being a stupid asshole to you they huff off and come back with a hammer and show you what their granddaddy told them is called a “bang-a-dang-a-ding-a-dong-dong” and they can’t grasp that the people who make and sell said hammer didn’t get that message from Pee-Paa. Then the next lead poisoning victim comes in and asks for an O-ring, and you have the GALL to ask them what they are using it for, and throw their ten pound hissy fit, because they haven’t been punched in the mouth enough as an adult I guess, and run off to find one, then come back and show you because you not being able to identify with only “and O-ring” to go off of which one of the 10,000 different size and material O-rings you carry they specifically meant means you have never heard of an O-ring. Then an unfrozen caveman comes in and ask for a telephone installation, which… you don’t mind helping him put minutes on his phone with a card, but he actually expects you to install phone lines from the city services to his home, you know, that thing the guy at the key cutting desk is KNOWN to do. traditionally.
one lady stumped two of us one time when she started throwing her hands up exasperated and yelling about how the fuck couldn’t we know what a half inch drill was and her husband sent her to get this one thing
we were standing in front of the drills, including some with half inch chucks. we had asked her if she wanted the hand tool or a drill bit, and I thinks she’d responded neither or something, because we couldn’t figure out what she wanted and what we offered wasn’t right, apparently
like ok lady idk wtf you want then, but there are the drill bits over there, and the drills are right behind you. peruse at your pleasure.
and oh god the number of times someone came in for a plumbing item and assumed everything was the same size…
tracks with my experiance, in a hardware store you get all these chuckleheads that come in and want “a good ol’ bang-a-long” and your like “sir… what is a bang-a-long?” and they throw a ten pound hissy fit and go “how in the gul durn heck of a cats pussy do you not know whahat a fucking bang-along-a-bang-bang is, I’ll kill you” and once they’re done being a stupid asshole to you they huff off and come back with a hammer and show you what their granddaddy told them is called a “bang-a-dang-a-ding-a-dong-dong” and they can’t grasp that the people who make and sell said hammer didn’t get that message from Pee-Paa. Then the next lead poisoning victim comes in and asks for an O-ring, and you have the GALL to ask them what they are using it for, and throw their ten pound hissy fit, because they haven’t been punched in the mouth enough as an adult I guess, and run off to find one, then come back and show you because you not being able to identify with only “and O-ring” to go off of which one of the 10,000 different size and material O-rings you carry they specifically meant means you have never heard of an O-ring. Then an unfrozen caveman comes in and ask for a telephone installation, which… you don’t mind helping him put minutes on his phone with a card, but he actually expects you to install phone lines from the city services to his home, you know, that thing the guy at the key cutting desk is KNOWN to do. traditionally.
I don’t miss working in tools & hardware
one lady stumped two of us one time when she started throwing her hands up exasperated and yelling about how the fuck couldn’t we know what a half inch drill was and her husband sent her to get this one thing
we were standing in front of the drills, including some with half inch chucks. we had asked her if she wanted the hand tool or a drill bit, and I thinks she’d responded neither or something, because we couldn’t figure out what she wanted and what we offered wasn’t right, apparently
like ok lady idk wtf you want then, but there are the drill bits over there, and the drills are right behind you. peruse at your pleasure.
and oh god the number of times someone came in for a plumbing item and assumed everything was the same size…
I had to ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long