Due to Popular Demand

I have begun writing a blog on all my adventures as I combat the World of Stupidity. Just for the sake of clearness and understanding, these situations are often times referred to as "TPS Reports."

The term TPS Report comes from the movie Office Space, a pop culture classic that more or less articulates the droning world of business. I, however, will use the TPS Report as an acronym for Tales of the Pitifully Stupid Report. While some of them might become long winded, there are others that will be much shorter. An example of some of the random, or retarded things, I have encountered.

I was working at the game store when a customer came in and the following conversation ensued:

Her: How long would it take for you to order a game?
Me: About a week or so usually.
Her: Ah. Do you know where the nearest Jewish Temple is?

What makes these cases so sad is that they are totally true. I can't make this stuff up, I swear. Here is another prime example:

I was working at a sub sandwich type shop. The kind where we make the order right before your eyes and everything. Customer sees the sign that says "Dagwood - Make your own Sub," and with all sincerety says, "But I don't know how to make your sandwiches. Why would I want to make the sandwich myself?"

It is these types of experiences that have forced me to start documenting them, because as I get older, I will inevitably forget, and these treasures will be lost forever.

-Deimos