My annual trip for some July 4th celebratory supplies (fireworks). As I approach a deserted stand (???), and begin to look around, he finally notices. I get the impression they're fixing to shut down (at 8:30p??), when his answer to my question if they're still open = "just cleaning up and stocking". He stares at me blankly for a bit then asks if I know what I'm looking for.
The owner then approaches and I ask him. "No..not yet. We usually stay open until at least 10...depending on how much beer I've had..." I look at the moron, replying "you gave me the impression you're about to close. I was fixing to leave."
The owner walks off to move his truck.
He begins to push an AWESOME fw fountain that retails for $48. I decline as I continue to window shop. Then he pushes another one: JUST LIGHT THIS SUCKER, SIT DOWN AND ENJOY FOR LIKE....10 MINUTES."
I ask if they have any girandolas. "HUH? Never heard of it". (ok....).
Everything I point to, he picks up something else and begins talking about it. I correct him with "no not that, this one" My extended arm is about 37" long so I can almost grab it off the shelf.
Dude continues to answer questions I never asked while demonstrating what a lousy listener he really is. (Small wonder this stand is deserted...) What's really frustrating is the contrast to the previous owner, who knew his product, welcomed intelligent conversation and greeted his customers personally. Oh how I was wishing he was still here....
Next we move onto firecrackers. "What's the best deal?" Uh...this one? "How much for that package?" (price tag is folded over so no one can read it). This one? I don't know....then he doesn't know how many there are per bundle nor if the price is per package, per bundle or per brick. Neither does he know how many firecrackers are in each....further he displays TILT when it comes to simple math: 40 x 50 = 200 x 10.
Needless to say my celebratory enthusiasm has now ground to a halt.
I'm ready to just walk, realize this stand is no longer my 'go-to' and take my money somewhere else. I finally spy some small fountains that I do like and are surprisingly not widely found. So I buy two packs of four.
He has no dollar bills.....period.
So he yells for the owner who yells back to look "in that barrel" WHAT BARREL? "THAT BARREL". nUTTIN' IN THER. Owner finally comes over to rescue him. By this time, I feel like my IQ has dropped so low I want to drag my knuckles back to my car....
He doesn't know how to make change...even at 25 yrs old or so. He has lots of tats though, both ears pierced with studs, 'dude' mirror sunglasses on backwards on top of his bro-hat. He "looks" cool or so he thinks. Problem is he's incompetent at even selling fireworks and dumb as a rock.
At least rocks are good listeners....
I've seen 10yr olds who worked in their parents FW stands who knew their product, knew how to make change and displayed enthusiasm for selling and for Independance Day. I always give them a few bucks for a tip and compliment them on a job well done.
In addition to protons, neurons and electrons, the world is also filled with MORONS...