This story happened not to me, but to my co-worker, who I
will refer to as Captain 'Murrica.
He had just clocked out, but a customer, whom I shall refer to as Confuzzle, stopped him and asked where the Gatorade was.
Not an unusual question, as we have just finished up a full store remodel and reset. Captain 'Murrica says that the Gatorade is back in the beverage area, and as he was going to get one, he'll take her along.
Confuzzle says she looked there but couldn't find it. Fair enough, the common naive soul might say.
They arrived in the aisle, and he showed her the Gatorade, and proceeded to pick out one for himself. She looks, doubtful, then asks, "Are you sure that's Gatorade? It just says 'G' on it."
For those of you who may not be familiar with Gatorade's packaging, the bottles do have a "G" on them that is about 2" wide by 3" tall and totally dominates the label. But they also say, in smaller print, "Gatorade" on the label. In a couple places.
Captain 'Murrica shows Confuzzle where it says "Gatorade" on the label.
"But, are you sure this is really Gatorade? I'm going to therapy and I need Gatorade." It seems at this point she is going to the wrong kind of therapy.
Captain Murrica says again that yes, it is Gatorade.
She decides that maybe A-Head is telling her the truth, and decides to take a
bottle.
The two take separate paths to get to the front end, the doubting Thomasina arriving at the registers first. When Cap gets to the registers he hears Confuzzle asking the cashier, "One of the employees said this was Gatorade, but I'm not sure..."
Not only does she not believe either Captain 'Murrica nor the cashier, she actually talks the cashier into not being sure herself whether or not it was Gatorade.
Now there are two people who can not determine whether or not THE BOTTLE THAT SAYS "GATORADE" CONTAINS GATORADE.
And how does this second interaction end?
With Confuzzle wandering off, saying "I'll find someone else to ask..."
I feel sorry for her therapist.
Stay classy RHU!
--Riferous

I know crusties can't read in general, but how many people have to tell you it's gatorade before you believe it? This boggles my mind.
Posted by: Skittles | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 12:38 AM
*shakes head*
People are getting stupider by the day.
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 12:55 AM
It is quite possible that this woman had some sort of mental disability.
Posted by: photoslave | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 11:25 AM
Photoslave, I wasn't aware that being stupid was now a mental disability. :)
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 04:06 PM
TLA, unfortunately, it probably is according to the DSM IV IIII. However, it really does sound like she might have a mental deficiency. Could be OCD, but looks more like mild adult Autism. I really should have kept studying Psych.
Posted by: photoslave | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 09:31 PM
*raises one kitty-brow in disbelief*
Posted by: Wmdkitty | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 09:50 PM
I have to admit that the bottles confused me. I hadn't drank Gatorade in ages, and the bottles have changed since then. I got food poisoning one time, and figured a good way to rehydrate quickly would be gatorade. I Thought the big g on the label was some other brand. In my defense it didn't take me too long to figure it out (it does say gatorade in smaller print) and I didn't need a bunch of people to verify that it was indeed gatorade.
Posted by: Larry Berry | Monday, October 01, 2012 at 10:02 PM