Customer: “Hello. I have a question for you.”
Me: “Sure. How can I help?”
Customer: [gesturing at his partner] “I want you to fit him for-”
Partner: “No.”
Customer: “I want you to fi-”
Partner: “No.”
Customer: “I want yo-”
Partner: “NONONONONONO.”
[He makes a break for it.]
Customer: “COME BACK HERE.”
[He slinks back in.]
Customer: “I want you to fit him for a cock ring.”
Partner: [shakes head furiously]
Me: “I mean, it seems like the question’s been answered for you…”
[Undeterred, he starts rifling through the leather rings.]
Partner: “Aaargh! I already have one of those, Marvin.”
Customer: [dejectedly] “… Oh. Okay, then.”
At which point they left, and I was thankful. Because I have a master’s degree in reading between the lines, and what ol’ Marv was really saying was, “I want to watch you touch my husband’s junk against his will.” And that is far above the realm of my pay grade.