Mr. Green Hair

Not to be confused with Mr. Green Jeans, I spied Mr. Green Hair the other night at Borders (yes, the one I can walk to). He was single-handedly manning the customer service desk.

An Asian man walked into the store and right up to Mr. Green Hair. The man explained that his wife had called in, and he was there to pick up the books she had ordered. The conversation went something like this:

MGH: Uh, yah. I was having a hard time hearing your wife. So, can you tell me what books she wanted?

AM: (Hands him a piece of paper.) Here are the names of the books.

MGH: Good. Cause I have to admit it has been kind of busy, so I haven't had time to look up the one I could understand. (Goes to computer and looks up books.)

AM: Oh.

MGH: Ut oh. Doesn't look like we have any of these titles in the store. I can order them, but it will take two weeks.

AM: Okay.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Green Hair was polite. And I really don't mean to focus on his hair, but the lime green color did rather stand out. Afterall, the man didn't go away angry. (I suppose he might just have been shocked or fearful of how his wife was going to react when he returned home empty handed. Or maybe he was just mesmerized by that hair.)