Clerk: I like your hair. (This is a common opener, I hear it about once a day.)
Me: Thanks. (I know this is an opener and I'm not in a talking mood)
Clerk: You must be a creative type.
Clerk: You'd have to be with that hair. (I would like to note, I know some creatively bankrupt technicolor-ed people. It is not defined by hair. Their hair dresser, for instance, is likely the creative one.)
Clerk: Can I pick your brain for something?
Clerk: Tomorrow is my mother's 80th birthday and I really want to do something different this year.
Me: Like what?
Clerk: Normally we just do cake, presents--but I want to do something fun. I took her to a club last time.
Me: A club?
Clerk: Yeah. So something fun and different like that. Exciting. I'll let you think on it.
Me: *Asks Twitter for Advice*
Clerk: (Returning far too quickly for twitter to answer) So what do you think?
Me: Uh... Well, there's a S&M coffee shop called Wicked Grounds in the downtown area?
Clerk: Wicked Grounds?
Clerk: I'll look it up.
(+50 Renegade pts)
It occurred to me five minutes later when twitter answered with either,
A) "NO, DON'T!"
B)"YES, 80 YEAR OLD WOMEN LOVE S&M COFFEE SHOPS!" (Mostly this one. I have good friends)
I realized the clerk may have thought I meant M&M coffee shop.
And then I realized she probably meant something more like the "Let's meet Mitsy for tea and cucumber sandwiches" club rather than the "It's cage night and drinks are 3.00 for ladies" club.