Anyway, our presence in the community has the locals divided about us. Some like us. Some hate us. Some can care less and our little company continues to move forward and I’ve grown accustomed to all the drama our little gift store seem to generate. You can say it makes work a little fun. Recently, I encountered a weird customer that almost seemed too paranormal to explain.
One night a little old lady and her companion come into the gift store and I greet as usual until our conversation use begins to turn bizarre.
Me: Hello and welcome. Can I help you find something?
Old lady: Yes, I called earlier and I was told this was the General Store and that you had a therapeutic pillow available.
Me: Well it used to be the General Store but that business closed last year and now we’re a gift store. I’m sorry we don’t sell therapeutic pillows. There’s two General Stores down the street. Maybe you could try them.
Old lady: No! This is the General Store! I called someone earlier, and they said you had therapeutic pillows!
Me: I’m sorry but the General Store no longer exists. We’re a separate company. We don’t sell that item.
Old lady: Then who was I talking to? I talked to someone on the phone, and they said to come to this General Store!
Me: I was here and none of my coworkers or myself took any calls. I’m sorry that you’ve been given the wrong information. There are two General Stores down the street. Maybe they took your call?
Old lady: No! They said it was here! I talked to someone, and they said this was the General Store! I’m not mistaken! They said your company had it!
Me: I’m sorry but we’re not a General Store. We’re a gift store! They might have it at the two General Stores down the street.
After a minute of this ping pong conversation, the old lady leaves pissed off and wondering who she talked to. She claims that we took her call but obviously we’re a separate company than the original. Did this woman talk to a ghost?
She must have because none of us answered her call if she INSISTS that we were General Store. Our store is haunted I tells ya, or we’re working in the middle of the Twilight Zone. Doo dee doo doo. Doo dee doo doo…