I'll always remember... again

The guy who walked in the store and said, "Hey lady, do you know where **** (name of the store I work at) is around here?" He looked like if Larry the Cable guy and Toby Keith had a baby. He looked like he loved Guns and God. And cock.

Confused by the question, I mean, we were IN the place he was asking for, was this a trick question? Trying to wrap our head around it, my coclerk and I both jumped to our feet. I motioned my hand for my coclerk to stand down. I wanted this one. I may have started to drool.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"I asked you if you knew where the porno store was, dingbat."

I was dying inside, this was awesome and glorious, like looking at a painting of a sunset made totally out of poop. Fantastic.

I smiled, "Ok wait. Didn't you see the sign on the door? *(there are four) Didn't you see the giant sign from the freeway?"

He pursed his lips and his shifted his weight on his feet. "Now, listen lady I didn't come in here to hear your fucking mouth, I don't want any lip from you I just wanna know if you know where the goddamn porn store is at or not. That's it."

I sat back down. Not defeated, but enlightened. I smiled again, "Oh I'm sorry. Nope. I don't. I have no idea where it is."

"See, that's all you had to say. FUuuuuuCk."

And then it occurred to me, he probably didn't know how to read.