I'm amused by Frisky Dingo as much as the next person. However, having a customer who speaks just like Simon with intermittent awkward pauses to stare blankly at me just isn't that fun. People who just ignore me when I greet them when they enter do not typically raise my hopes for a pleasant encounter. But seeing these guys that I can only describe as being mutated clones of Dexter Holland with an essence of white-suburban-skateboard-Rastafarian-ginger-asshole, I abandoned all hope. I somehow managed to gather that the first guy (the bigger one) didn't have an account from his
"hrmmmumblebumblemmmmm..no...card-mble" Though I must have heard him wrong (imagine that) cause I then got what I can only call "the stink eye" followed by his ID, and in fact the guy did have an account. Which he was pleased/pissed about by stating
"harglmubdingtubkingoot." and then waving his credit card about while looking confused.
Was he looking for a place to swipe? Was he swatting away fanged miniature seagulls? My only clue came when he handed me his card (eventually) explaining to me "
termmudlefrohlgummmmbledewprombleyoggiesobmoble."
The smaller one of the two did rent as well and was a slightly better at forming words understandable by people other than molemen and merloks. But came with an interesting amount of dysfunction.
Me: Is that all today?
Them: Hrmgarbleopp-Ya
Me: What is your account number?
Them: (Looks around the store then stares at me)
Me: Do you have an account?
Them: No
Me: Would you like to set up an account today?
Them: (looks around) No
Me: Oh, will you be using his(pointing to big guy) account then?
Them: No (looks around)
Me: Well these have to be rented to an account to leave the store.
Them: URGGARBLETOOBLARG! (looks around) I'll use his then.
Seriously guys, WTF?
