



When I come across customers like these, I always vow to never become one myself. I assume that surely, when I go into a store, I will manage to keep my wits about me. Surely I will be able to grasp basic concepts of math, reading, and visual observation. Sadly, this is not so. Being a customer is like having a disease. No matter how witty, bright, intelligent, and helpful I was before I entered the store, as soon as I pass through the front doors of a shop, I am reduced to a useless, slobbering mass of confusion and indecision.
I know! You vow not to be the stupid customer, but then you find yourself in a store, asking the obvious. I try to mitigate my annoyingness by at least being aware of it and apologizing for my need to ask really dumb questions. I can only hope it helps.
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