(Around Easter, stacking poorly transported eggs and bunnies onto a shelf. A young girl, around 16, approaches me.)
Customer: “Can you tell me where the confectionery is?”
(I am slightly bemused, as we are standing next to the confectionery aisle.)
Me: “Yes, it is just there.”
(She looks, and furrows he brow.)
Customer: “No. Confectionery.”
Me: *pointing again* “Yes, there.”
(She looks even more angry now.)
Customer: “No. The c o n f e c t i o n e r y!”
Me: “Yes…there.”
Customer: “Nooo. The confectionery, like tampons and stuff!”