I'm smoking a cigarette in the loading zone, and it's quiet for once, except for one woman in a parked Honda minivan who's talking on her cell phone. I can tell she by her face she wants to ask me a question, so I try to get the hell away before she can roll her window down but it doesn't work.
"I need... like.. a lot of those... Mexican stones."
"Ok. The Mexican Beach?"
"Yea, those... I have like, 700 square feet. How many would I need?"
"Ahh... a lot. Like 700 bags."
"Oh.... well, see, it's going around a pool. Do you have to, ah, wash them off? They look dirty."
"Well, yea. There's dirt in the bags, so you should wash'em before you put'em down."
"Oh... and, uh, how would I do that?"
Bitch, I can't believe they let you drive.
"Ahhhh.... with.. a... hose?"
She really can't tell whether I'm fucking with her or not, and I can see her face change back and forth between anger and... well, something else.
"Oh."
She knows this conversation is over, and rolls her window back up.
I really should not be working retail.
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