Attack of the question lady.

Looks as if my days in the pet industry are over for now. Although I still have a few interesting post from the pet place.

The other day I answered a phone call, and I kid you not, this is how it went.

"(Pet Store Name) Josalyne speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hello, what kind of fish do you have?"
Now, we have 20 or so tanks of fish, with 3 or 4 different kinds of fish in each, you do the math.
"Uhm, well we have LOTS of different kinds of fish."
"Have any blue ones? Which fish are easy?"
"Well we have the neon tetra, which has a blue stripe on it..."
"How big do they get?"
I sigh. I don't have time for this right now. There in only one other worker on the floor besides me. "About and inch, ma'am."
"uhhhh how big is an inch?"
Actually?!
"A couple of centimeters? It's an inch."
"about the size of my thumb?"
"Uh, sure. I guess you could say that."
"Well! look at YOUR thumb! is it an inch?"
"I guess so, I have really tiny hands..."
"REALLY!? I have my dad's hands you know. And he had big hands. Do you have baby hands? I have a friend with baby hands."
"okay then. So you could start with the tetras, or try mollies"
"Are they blue?"
"No, we have orange ones and black and white mollies"
"Like stripes?"
"No, more like spots."
"I had a cat with spots once, he died though..." (She sniffles sadly)
"Uhm, that's too bad. Sorry to hear that. So anyway, the easiest fish to start with would be the tetras, mollies, or the platys."
"what are tetras? Are they blue spotted?"
By now I'm sitting on the floor under the phone on the wall. My face in my hands.
"No, the neon tetras have the blue stripe."
"Oh! how big do they get?"
I actually want to cry now, Sean, the other worker is staring at me, confused by the half of the conversation he hears.
"about and inch..."
"How big is that? I want a blue fish. The mollies are blue right?"
"The mollies are either ORANGE or BLACK AND WHITE SPOTS." I'm getting really irritated now, not her fault, but I am not the most patient of people, especially when I don't have time for nonsense calls. She is mentally not all there, I get that, so why not get someone to help her out?
"I had a cat with spots once. He was my favorite cat ever." The she starts to cry. "He was my childhood pet. I loved him so much."
"It's hard to lose a pet." I reply, trying to gain control of the conversation. "Was there anything else I could help you with?"
She then continued t o ask questions I had already answered for another five minutes.
"Ma'am Have a good day." I FINALLY said after telling her for the umpteenth time about tetra's size.

Sadly, this was not the final time we spoke, but that's for another entry.