my long day (11 hours of retail) began with a woman who could make the stupid costume question record books. she wanted to dress up for her grandkids, "maybe a snowman? i don’t know. show me the costumes you have."
"which costumes?"
"oh, everything you have."
"can you narrow it down a little? i can’t really bring up the entire warehouse."
so, i went looking for her snowman, and brought up a few that might make her happy. when i returned, she was trying on the queen amidala headpiece. i said, "oh, you think you might be queen amidala?"
"who is that?"
"the costume you have on. from star wars?"
"would my granddaughters know who that is?"
i told her she might want to keep looking, if she didn’t know what that was… next, i showed her the cat in the hat. her reply? "who is that?"
"the cat in the hat"
"would my 7 year old granddaughters know him?"
this was not going to get easier. she really wanted to be a superhero (after all the fairytale characters had been exhausted), and she thought her husband could be batman. i gave her the packaged (to buy, not rent) batgirl and batman costumes. they are the same price as a rental, without me needing to explain the "security deposit" concept to her. "oh, i won’t ever need these again, don’t you have something i can rent?" now, superhero women don’t tend to wear flattering clothing, so i knew she would want the spandex i was about to show her, but i brought them anyway. "they look awfully small!"
"well, ma’am, they are pretty form fitting."
"well, i guess i buy these. do you think i should? maybe i should be a snowman?"