NorcalMark
New Member
We have this customer that come into the shop from time to time for the past 8 years or so. He came in last week and picked up a couple of Padron 1926 #35.
I talked with him a bit on Saturday, he was going to lunch at the cafe next door.
So today he stops in and we get to chatting about his son, wife and such. He slid the humidor door open and grabs a 1926 #2. Remarks, "Wow, these are only $20.00. He picks up a #35 and brings them to the counter.
My phone rings and a grab it off my desk in the back. It's a customer of mine from out of state. I take a bit of time grabbing the gentlemans card from my file and we say good by. I head back out to the front to finish up with the guy. We just chatting about nothing at this point. I step out from behind the counter to close the middle humidor door. I noticed he had a cigar in his pocket. I didn't say anything, bucause I didn't know anything.
He heads for the door, and I say, Hey Bowman, make sure you take that cigar out of your pocket and put it in the bag before you break it. (You have to know bowman, he's a basket case to start. He'd be the one to put the loaf of bread on the bottom of the bag and a gallon of milk on top on the bread. So you have a little insight into what I am dealing with.) He's doesn't even flinch when I say his name the first time. So I say it again, BOWMAN, make sure you put that cigar in the bag befor you break it. Still nothing. This time I say, BOWMAN!!! He stops just outside the door turns, opens the door and says to me, "I'll pay for it." He come back to the far counter and empties his right pocket and he has not 1 but 3 1926 #2's in his pocket. he takes of crying. I am just dumbfounded but everything.
I am almost certain that he made away with a couple of #35's. I didn't tell him to empty his pockets. Not sure if I could legally anyway.
I called him on his cell phone and he's crying, saying his life is fu$ked and then he hung up.
WOW is all I can say!
I talked with him a bit on Saturday, he was going to lunch at the cafe next door.
So today he stops in and we get to chatting about his son, wife and such. He slid the humidor door open and grabs a 1926 #2. Remarks, "Wow, these are only $20.00. He picks up a #35 and brings them to the counter.
My phone rings and a grab it off my desk in the back. It's a customer of mine from out of state. I take a bit of time grabbing the gentlemans card from my file and we say good by. I head back out to the front to finish up with the guy. We just chatting about nothing at this point. I step out from behind the counter to close the middle humidor door. I noticed he had a cigar in his pocket. I didn't say anything, bucause I didn't know anything.
He heads for the door, and I say, Hey Bowman, make sure you take that cigar out of your pocket and put it in the bag before you break it. (You have to know bowman, he's a basket case to start. He'd be the one to put the loaf of bread on the bottom of the bag and a gallon of milk on top on the bread. So you have a little insight into what I am dealing with.) He's doesn't even flinch when I say his name the first time. So I say it again, BOWMAN, make sure you put that cigar in the bag befor you break it. Still nothing. This time I say, BOWMAN!!! He stops just outside the door turns, opens the door and says to me, "I'll pay for it." He come back to the far counter and empties his right pocket and he has not 1 but 3 1926 #2's in his pocket. he takes of crying. I am just dumbfounded but everything.
I am almost certain that he made away with a couple of #35's. I didn't tell him to empty his pockets. Not sure if I could legally anyway.
I called him on his cell phone and he's crying, saying his life is fu$ked and then he hung up.
WOW is all I can say!