Friday, August 11, 2006
They train them young
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me sir! Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me!" I look over to find a boy of no more than 9 calling for attention at the counter. One of my coworkers, annoyed at the interruption of the copying but keeping his cool, heads up to the counter.
"What can I do for you, little man?"
"How much is this?" The boy holds up a pink highlighter.
"One dollar." The coworker, peering down over the counter, says in his best attempt to be cheery."
"That's a lot." The kid puts the highlighter down and walks off. The coworker returns to his copying.
One of the other guys says "They start training them young, don't they?"
Without missing a beat, the coworker turns to the counter and yells "There's no Santa Claus, kid!"
"What can I do for you, little man?"
"How much is this?" The boy holds up a pink highlighter.
"One dollar." The coworker, peering down over the counter, says in his best attempt to be cheery."
"That's a lot." The kid puts the highlighter down and walks off. The coworker returns to his copying.
One of the other guys says "They start training them young, don't they?"
Without missing a beat, the coworker turns to the counter and yells "There's no Santa Claus, kid!"
