This is one of those things I would’ve thought had been linked everywhere, but it does not seem to have been, so here you go: a very good anecdote about customer service, knife-wielding maniacs, and friendship. (via dubodee)
This story reminds me of when, early in my stint at TLA Video on South Street (RIP!), a customer came up and said “you probably already know this, but someone is playing with himself in the back [porn room].” Not knowing how to deal with the situation, I told a long-time employee who went to check out it. He quickly returned, chased by a large man saying “YOU LIKE LOOKING AT PEOPLE, HUH? YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT PEOPLE?” When my co-worker told the offended onanist he would need to leave or we would call the police, the man responded “I’LL KILL ALL Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS BEFORE THEY GET HERE!” Despite threatening the lives of everyone in earshot, no one - including the woman I was waiting on at the counter, showed any visible disturbance (ok, my friend Keith - who coincidentally entered the store about a half-minute before - at least looked astounded, like myself). The man trudged off, lost in the passerby on South Street before the police arrived.
I’m still amused that the customer who alerted us to the masturbator assumed we were well aware, and just indifferent.
