Phil: Yes, picking up for Dunphy. It's on hold, I believe. Beautiful day, huh? I was told.
Sales Clerk: Here we go. Credit card?
Phil: Uh, just to be sure, that is turquoise, right? Because my wife said it also comes in emerald.
Sales Clerk: Yes. Sir, it's a very long line.
Phil: Mm. Okay. Um, can I have it for one second? Thank you. Yep, that doesn't feel like turquoise.
Sales Clerk: You can feel color? You gotta be kidding me.
Phil: When you lose one sense, all your other senses become heightened. That's why you sound so loud and judge-y to me.
Sales Clerk: My mistake, sir. I'll be right back. [fakes footsteps] Here it is.
Woman: Hey, he's messing with the blind guy.
Phil: Thank you wherever you are.
Sales Clerk: I don't think he's really blind.
Alex: Excuse me. My father suffered methanol poisoning on a humanitarian mission in Honduras, resulting in permanent neurological dysfunction and irreversible blindness. It's been hard enough on our family without people like you making it worse. If he feels it's not the bowl, it's not the bowl.
Sales Clerk: I'm so sorry. I'll check on the turquoise.