So i am at work today. We have a two Counter set up in our store. My roommate/coworker is at one counter helping an old old man. His interaction started something like this.

The old man approached with his arms out like he was on the cross without saying a single word. He wanders up to the counter. Dave and i exchange skeptical glances and giggles. The old bugger proceeds to talk for the next 30 seconds or so without either of us understanding a single solitary word that he uttered. Keep in mind dave is like then 3 feet from this man as he is talking directly at Dave. Turns out the old man was talking about us having to search him because we have a door chime that he thought was a metal detector that was set off upon entering. This is not a joke. The old fart thought he needed to be searched. Really comical.

So while this is going on i spry young woman of 85 has wandered into the store. I use the word wandered because she really has not a clue in the world what was going on around her. She walked up to the counter and asked if we had an envelope that was ok to send a newspaper to someone in. I said yes and pointed her over to the big wall of office supplies, full of envelopes that should could not have possibly missed on her way in. So she wanders up and down the wall holding on to the shelves, since she thought it a better idea to leave her cane leaning on the counter. Mind you she is old enough she doesnt walk per say, she does the oldie shuffle. Now not only is it funny to see, but its funnier once i tell you this. Due to her shuffling she was getting a static shock every time she reached back to steady herself on the metal shelves. Dave and i are almost in tears at this point. (Mind you his crazy old man is still there too)

So after a couple of minutes and probably a dozen or so static shocks, she wanders back over to the counter. She had a newspaper to send someone but she couldnt find the final section she had wanted to send. So the following exchange happened:

Me: Did you come in with everything you needed to send?
Old Lady: Yes i did.
(at this point i walked around the store where she had been to see if she dropped it, she hadnt)
OL: I dont know what i could have done with it.
ME: did you leave it in your car?
OL: maybe (stares at me expectantly like i should be doing something)
ME: Would you like me to check your car for you?
OL: That would be lovely.
ME: Which one is it?

Now let me interject real quick to explain this point. Standing at the front counter my store has 4 massive windows out of which no less then 15 cars in the parking lot where visible.

OL: ITs the one with the red lights ( At this point i will say there is no less then 6 cars with their tail lights clearly visible out the window)
ME: Is it the blue one?
OL: yes
(i go out and search around the car by looking through windows and come back inside)
ME: I didnt see it
OL: Wrong car
ME: i looked in the blue one like you said
OL: Its that one (points to a gold car)
ME: The gold one?
OL: Yeah the blue one
ME: You mean the gold one. ( i actually walk outside and point at the car)
OL: Yes thats it (Its the Gold one)

After all this rigamarole it turns out that the missing section of the newspaper was folded under her purse the whole time. So after escorting her to the door in a gentlemanly fashion (more b/c i was afraid she would break a hip in my store) I turn to dave who is laughing so hard he is crying.


Now why did i tell you this story? Well one reason is for laughs, but the other is, how can we with good conscience give a drivers license to someone who cant even remember which car is theirs?