Another retard came in to see me today...:
I run the one-hour photo machine at work, and we have a digital picture machine that people can opporate themselves. The machine is touch screen. And we get a lot of old people in the store. Thoes two things are not very good bed fellows. But it makes for interesting dialouge...
Old Lady standing at the digital machine - "So, how do I start?"
I groan internaly...
Me - "Press the 'start' button."
Old Lady - "Where is it?"
Me - "It's that button thats a blue oval that says 'start'."
Old Lady - Starts randomly pushing on things every where BUT the screen... anything that even remotly looks like a button.
Old Lady - "It's not working."
Me - "It's a touch screen, you have to push the 'start' button on the screen."
Old Lady - "I don't see it..."
Me - *ball fists* I walk over to the screen and touch the 'start' button which is ON THE SCREEN OF THE TOUCH SCREEN LIKE I SAID A HUNDRED TIMES!
Old Lady - "Oh, on the screen... but my husband told me to not touch screens..."
Me - My throat involintarily makes a strangling sound... "This is a TOUCH screen, you can touch it."
Old Lady - "Well, this is too hard... I think I'll come back later..."
Me - *does a silent prayer*


HEY!!! ALL YOU RETARDS OUT THERE!!!!!
STAY OUT OF MY STORE!!!!