Customer – I am looking for some pompous grass.
Me – Pompous grass?
Customer – Yes… the tall kind… with the big plumes?
Me – You mean Pampas grass?
Customer – Isn’t that what I said?
Me – You said pompous…
Customer – Yes… that’s right. I am looking for some pompous grass.
Me – It’s not pompous… it’s Pampas.
Customer – That’s what I said.
Me – You actually said pompous.
Customer – Do you have the grass or not?
Me – Which kind are you looking for again?
Customer – Pompous.
Me – We don’t have any pompous grass, but would you like to look at our PAMPas grass?
Customer – No! I want the Pompous!
Me – I have an idea! How about I sell you some PAMPas Grass and then once you own it, it becomes pompous by association…
Customer – Isn’t the customer is always right?
Me – Only the pompous ones.
Customer – I see your point. I was a mite filled with self importance and perhaps behaving in an irritatingly superior manner, however, the plant for which I yearn is also somewhat ridiculously grand for a grass.
Me – Hmmmmm. That is undeniably true. One might even describe it as downright arrogant.
Customer – So… will you now show me the pompous, Pampas grass?
Me – Under those terms, it would be impossible for me not to.
Customer – Thank you.
Me – You’re welcome. Please follow me.




















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