Bar patron: [walks in, looks around] “OH, okay! You sell LEATHER. This is a LEATHER shop.”
I… thought that was self-explanatory. On account of, y’know, all the leather.
If I had it to do again, I would grab a jockstrap and a bottle of lube and yell, “WRONG. We’re a POLYESTER AND SILICONE SHOP.” But I can’t decide if I want there to be a next time or not.