So I work at a container store, as in The Container Store. And wouldn’t you know it we sell containers. Very accurate name I think.
Now we get our fair share of customers. Generally amongst an amusing category than of the Karen variety. Generally.
Today we got a Minnesotan couple which is only impressive when you realize we are located in central Virginia. Now they have this big old trailer parked up front so we assumed, while watching them figure out how to park it through the window, they were set to pickup something from the furniture store beside us but NOPE they waltz in, ask about our plastic shoeboxes that you buy individually or in cases of ten and go “great! I’ll take 18!”
“18 shoeboxes???”
“No, 18 cases miss!”
So we get the 5-step and they just clear us out of an entire wall of product in under five minutes and they’re barely beyond the threshold. So amenable to conversation I ask
“Not that I’m complaining but why so many shoe boxes?”
And the answer was geckos! They’re gecko breeders attending some reptile convention to sell geckos and needed the shoeboxes to make safe temporary enclosures until their owners can get them home to proper tanks. They had everything else but the shoe boxes, saw our sign and just cleaned house.
The best part is they left us a parting gift for all our help that initially had my coworker jump bc she thought it was real from the corner of her eye.
Point is now we have an, as of yet unnamed, store mascot!
