tmidgett wrote:sometimes i really miss working in a record store
i have some good ones written down someplace. will look.
If only I had the foresight to write down the shit I heard while working at record stores over the years.
I do remember one woman plunking her purchases on the sales counter and asking "Do you take dollars?"
Must have been her first visit to Vancouver. Since our national currency is dollars, I said yes.
Of course there were the times a man or woman would ask me to select a CD appropriate for a 12 (or 8 or 15) year old child. I usually waited a few moments for them to elaborate and when the silence got uncomfortable I would ask what kind of music the kid liked (same question you would ask about an adult, no doubt). After 3 or 4 of theses customers in one day, I finally made a gesture towards the large inventory (20,000+ titles) and said, "Sorry, we don't carry anything for kids."
At another store, a regular customer would come in every week looking for the latest death metal releases. We knew this was inevitable and anticipated the day of a certain band's new CD. Sure enough he walks in and asks, "Do you have Cancer?'