Craig: Here you go! I had to move a couple dozen bags of charcoal briquettes, but I found the slightly-darker-blue one that you wanted. I got a few spider bites, but none of that matters as long as you, the customer, go home satisfied. [the woman takes the bag and walks away without saying anything] You're welcome.
Woman #2: Excuse me! Where are your dog toys?
Craig: Yes, ma'am. They're right there. Right behind you.
Woman #2: Those are leashes.
Craig: If I could direct your attention three inches to the right.
Woman #2: I want that little hot dog up on top.
Craig: Sure thing. I see we have one just like it right here.
Woman #2: That isn't what I asked for. This has mustard on it. Peekaboo doesn't eat mustard.
Craig: Well, I can see that the one up there has mustard on it, too, and since it's not even real mustard-
Woman #2: Are you going to give me what I ask for?
Craig: Certainly. [Craig's shirt rips as he reaches to the top shelf] There you go. Thanks for shopping Lucky Aide.
Woman #2: This has mustard on it.
Craig: That's what I tried to tell you, you old bat! Now, you're gonna take it to your dog and make him like it!
[Craig and the old woman start throwing squeaky toys at each other]