Here's one I never understand.
Scene: Two guys, one browsing the vinyl (he has an Enya album picked out), the other clutching a binder to his chest, dreamily looking at the ceiling. I'm playing the most recent Esmerine album which is mostly instrumental and currently on a fairly quiet track featuring guitar and marimba.
Binder Clutchy Guy (to me): What is the name of this music playing overhead?
Me: It's a group from Montreal called Esmerine.
BCG: Oh? It's nice.
BCG (to Enya Vinyl Dude): This is nice, isn't it?
EVD: Hm, what?
BCG: What's playing. It's a group from Montreal called Esmerine.
EVD: Ah? Yeah, it's nice.
A few more tracks play while EVD browses further and BCG looks at the ceiling.
BCG (to me): Do you sell this particular music here?
Me (reaching into display case and handing it to him): Sure, it's this one.
BCG looks at it (it's sealed and $16.98) front and back, probably seven or eight times.
BCG (to me): Is what you're playing a selection of tracks?
Me: No, it's that album you're holding.
BCG: Oh? It is?
Me: Yes.
BCG flips the album back and forth another three or four times, puts it back on the counter.
BCG: Thanks.
Me: No problem.
A few more minutes go by, EVD buys his Enya Vinyl and they both leave.
(scene)
