The box story...

Me in the shop: "Sir, how much are the boxes?" pointing at three boxes stacked one on each other, building a small pyramid. On each box they printed one word. We-Sell-Boxes. He says: We don't sell boxes! Me: How comes? Why would you have boxes outside saying: we sell boxes and you don't sell any? He: Oh, no we sell boxes! Just not those you are pointing at! Me: Duh... ehm...sure I don't want them anyway as they are all gross... so do you have some? He: Yes we have. me: Cool, how much are they? He: It depends on the size...
Me: walking away giving up...

The dude might be blessed with other skills but for sure not with customer care skills. Unfortunately he works in a shop... Take a deep breath and move on ;-)

Me going to the optician (right after the story above)... Need new glasses. Two ladies in the shop. One on the phone, the other talking to the first who is on the phone.8not sure how they understand each other ;-)

Katja, me and a friend walk in (rather small shop) and start to check out all different frames (assuming that this shows interest in buying something). One keeps talking on the phone, the other puts her head on her hands and looks around. As they were keep talking to each other  I thought they might have an important discussion... after some minutes (I am too patient...) a friend of us asked if somebody would be available to help me. "Of course Sir! You need help? How can I help you?" Me: Duh... no, I usually walk into shops and check frames and the leave without saying anything... take a deep breath and move on... ;-)

Not my shopping day...

Take care wherever you are in this world and a big hug from Jordan!