Here’s the story of Awkward Apple Store Moment #2. The first one can be found a few posts back.

Tonight I worked a 5-hour shift, 4-9 PM. Around 6, there was a young ordinary looking woman that walked in with a wad of cash in her right hand. She promptly asked what kind of iPod she could get for under $270.

To make a long story short, she decided on a 30GB white video iPod. I walked her up to the register where we would complete the transaction. We skipped through the line of about 10-15 people waiting for someone to help them (yeah, we were swamped), and I scanned the iPod and tendered it up.

“Your total tonight is $249,” I said. She handed over $260, all in $20s. Which means I had to count it all.

No sooner did I start counting it than in the middle of everyone standing there, she says very loudly and excitedly, “It’s SO COOL being a stripper. You get money like THIS, EVERY NIGHT!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared the woman’s direction.

It caught everyone so off-guard that even my co-worker who was ringing up another transaction lost his train of thought and formed a blank stare on his face.

Usually, I am a man of witty comebacks, and I thrive on getting things back on track in awkward situations. But her comment came from so far out in left field — no, make that the left field cheap seats — that I could say nothing, except hurriedly finish out the transaction.

The woman, oblivious to how she presented herself, proudly walked out of the store — and left fifteen people in her wake, in absolute shock and disbelief as to what she admitted in the middle of the store.

Fortunately, I helped two attractive young ladies next. They stepped up to the register, put their hands up, and said “It’s okay, we’re cool.”

Story’s over, now I need to put another Band-aid on my ear. This bleeding won’t stop.