So I walked into a MovieStop a couple of weeks ago. I'd never been in one before, and was immediately (and I mean immediately, she hit me from the side--if it was a tackle, I would've gone down hard) chirped at by an aggressive young woman. She welcomed me to the store and wanted to know if she could help me find anything. I replied, 'Do you have a British section?' Because the Media Play nearby does. I've seen it before in a couple of different stores, so I thought I'd ask.
AYW: British section?
Me: British TV comedies, that sort of thing?
And that was all she needed to say.
AYW: (In a tone that suggests little children like me should be accompanied by their parents) Why would we have a British section? British is the same as American.
Me: Okay, I'll just look at the TV section.
AYW: We both speak English, you know.
I follow the signs to the TV titles on DVD. She follows me.
AYW: Is there any particular title I can help you find, Miss?
Me: (I am clearly older than she is.) No, that's okay.
AYW: Are you sure?
She straightens the racks not three feet from me as I browse. I've been price comparing on the Jeeves and Wooster series (I ordered it online this Christmas, yay). They didn't have it on the rack under J, and I wasn't going to ask for it. Finally, because the show is on sale (and it's pretty funny), I decide on the second season of 'Scrubs' instead. AYW follows me to the register to check me out (though there are two of her fellow employees at the registers, I dunno). When I push the box across the counter, she says:
AYW: This isn't British! (She turns to her coworkers.) Hey, 'Scrubs' isn't British, is it?
Coworker: I don't think so.
AYW: (To me.) Hey, 'Scrubs' isn't British.
Me: (Snippy) I *know.*
AYW: You don't have to be rude, ma'am.