The other night at work a woman approached me. She asked, “Do you know wur the dushes?” Bear in mind, this was the customer who earlier this summer came in, swatted a fly with a bag of potato chips and demanded her daughter get a new bag because those were all crushed.
I was puzzled. I asked her to repeat herself again. She again said, “Do you kno wur the dushes?” With a befuddled look on my face I quickly escorted her to the aisle where we might have dishes. Making a huge gesture with both hands, I said, “If it is going to be anywhere, it will be right here.” She made a “tsk” sound and said, it wasn’t what she was looking for.
She then tried to educate me some more on what she was talking about. “You know, it’s a thing you can fill with water and vinegar and you can squeeze it?” Again, I looked at her trying to figure out what she was talking about. She acted disappointed in me that I couldn’t figure it out.
Then I lead her down another aisle. We walked down the dish soap aisle where I again made a huge gesture with both hands and said, “If we are going to have it, it will be right here.” I thought she was talking about those dish scrubbers you can fill with various liquids like vinegar and water and squeeze to clean stuff with a scouring pad at one end.
Exasperated, she just says, “Well, I guess you don’t have dushes.” Suddenly it hit me.
“Are you talking about, like, lady stuff?” I said waving my hands back and forth in front of my pelvis.
“Okay, follow me.”
We finally head down the aisle where the “douche” is and she smiles. She looked at me and gently nudged me with her elbow, “You don’t know what dush is…” She chuckled.
Have you ever had a hard time understanding a customer? What did you think they were trying to say to you?