When the police took him out he was saying that he didn't mean to hurt his mother and that he left a bomb in a banjo case somewhere.
Gotta watch out for those banjo bombs. (nods sagely) Though bagpipe bombs might be more of a public service.
Indeed. To say nothing of paper airplanes and that evil, gravity-prone tin foil.
And there was, of course, the guy who came in and - rather than use the men's restroom, which was less than 2 feet away - decided to, erm, relieve himself in the cleaning supply cupboard. And then proceeded to attack the bookseller who told him he wasn't allowed to.
Now that I think about it, Barnes & Noble can be a pretty delirious place. But I imagine every veteran retail employee has at least one story like that.
But I imagine every veteran retail employee has at least one story like that.
Gad, I guess my only job in retail was uneventful by comparison. Worked in an ice cream shop while I was in college. Some customer called to yell at me that she got the ice cream home that she bought from us for a party and that it was "frozen solid". Yes... she was furious that her tub of ice cream was frozen.
LOL...selling frozen ice cream? What were you thinking? 
Some customers just amaze me. The other day a woman asked me where we keep the bibles. I took her over to the section and asked her if there was a particular version she was looking for (King James, NIV, etc.) She looked at me like I was a moron and said, "The Christian one."