January 19, 2008
Tyleno
In the early nineties, my mother owned a small grocery store in Philadelphia, in a small strip mall with a Dollar Store on one end. My younger brother, sister and I worked there regularly.
A classic scene:
Customer: How much for the Tylenol?
(Brother takes it off the shelf behind him, dusts off the cap.)
Brother: Eight ninety-nine. No tax.
Customer: EIGHT NINETY-NINE! Yo I can get that from the dollar store for ninety-nine cent! You crazy?
(Sensing trouble brewing)
Brother: NINETY-NINE CENT? Yo you better read the label —that's TYLE-NO not TYLENOL! That shit's TYLE-NO!
Customer cracks up. Pays. Leaves.
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01/21/08 02:13 PM
bex said...
that's good customer service - yo.
02/04/08 05:02 PM
Jung Lee said...
my mom calls it ty-leh-nor..
02/14/08 09:36 AM
June said...
man, that brings back so many childhood memories. spending my weekends sitting on a stool taking money from the neighborhood kids getting hugs and a bag of chips.