A random loiterer with a particularly sparkly coat and the sort of sunglasses that would make Elton John say "You, sir, have crossed The Line." wanders into the hallway, where I am eating dinner. He paws through our free previews and cards advertising upcoming comic events, reading each of the dates out loud.
Seeing as it is my break, I walk away.
About fifteen minutes later, I come back into the store.
Ostentatious Elton John: "How much are these books?"
My Boss: "Where did you find these?"
OEJ: "They were with the back issues."
MB: "No. Did you take these out of a box?"
OEJ: "There were with the back issues."
OEJ: "With the Army at War and the westerns and the ducks and mice comics." (Those would be Disney.)
MB: "In a box? Because these aren't priced."
OEJ: "No. Not in a box."
MB: "Ok. Why don't you show me where you found them."
OEJ walks over to the pile of boxes, and opens one.
OEJ: "They were between these two books."
MB: "In a box."
OEJ; "I guess."
MB: "I haven't had time to price these yet. Are you looking to buy them?"
OEJ: "Yes. I have two of these already, and I want to make a set."
MB: "You have two of these?"
MB: "Ok." He looks through the Overstreet guide, checks EBay and Amazon. "They're about ten dollars apiece."
OEJ: "So I have twenty bucks at home!"
MB gives him his slightly more judgmental but less rageful version of My Glare. It almost looks like concern. It isn't.
MB: "Do you want to buy one of these?"
OEJ: "Oh no."
OEJ walks back over to the boxes.
MB: "If you could....not look in the boxes, and, instead, look at the things on the shelves. What's in the boxes haven't been priced yet."
OEJ: "Ok." as he continues to go through the boxes.
I start walking around the store doing inventory.
OEJ: "How much is this one?"
MB: "It's not for sale yet. What's in the boxes aren't ready for sale."
OEJ: "How much is it?"
MB: "It's Not For Sale."
OEJ: "But when it's ready, how much is it?"
MB: "Peter. Stop. They're not for sale."*
OEJ: "But when they are for sale."
The phone rings. My Boss answers it.
MB: "Adam, could you watch the comm?"
OEJ: "How much--"
Me: "I have no idea. If it doesn't have a price sticker on it, I can't sell it to you or tell you how much it costs. It's information I don't have."
He reasks his question a few more ways before leaving.
My Boss hangs up the phone and sighs.
Me: "You know his name?"
My Boss: "Yea." He sighs. "I do."