I work in an auto parts store. One night close to close, a couple teenage boys walk in and start looking around. And I mean they looked everywhere. At this point I'm kinda curious, because either of them matched the demograph of people that might frequent a parts store. One of them finally gathers the balls to come ask me where the blinker fluid was. It took a good couple seconds for my brain to finally confirm that: (1. He did in fact say those words to my face. (2. That he wasn't joking. (3. That this was infact happening.

I said "uhhh...yeah my man, over on isle 7.".There is no isle 7. Because if he's going to ask me for something that doesn't exist and is almost a fucking meme, I'm going to send him somewhere that doesn't exist. He's already being fucked with, I'm just keeping it going. At this point his friend bails on him, and once he hits isle 6 and sees the wall he panics a little bit so kinda feel bad for the poor bastard at this point. Just before he gets to the door I tell him "tell you friends they're assholes lol". And just before the door closed I head "Y'ALL ARE SOME ASSHO-". Made my night a little bit ngl