Tis the season, to be jolly?

Monday was quite an eventful day at work. I think the madness of holiday shopping has already started to get to some people. As soon as I walked into work, customers were attacking me with questions like:

• Where is the Schwarzkopf colour?
• What shampoo should I use to take out the brassiness?
• I need a flat iron, do you sell those? Where are they?

I looked at these hasty customers and said, "Umm, let me hang up my coat and I'll see what I can do for you."

On my way to the closet I thought of the responses I really wanted to say:

• Schwarzkopf colour? For your hair?
• Brassiness? Shampoo alone isn't going to help you honey.
• Yes we do sell flat irons, but you need an industrial one for you tresses.
  

When I came back they had all gotten someone else to help them. I must admit, I didn't exactly hurry back to them. I normally, like helping customers out, but when I'm ambushed and they are not really asking but rather demanding I get all wired up. This set the tone for the rest of the day.