Me: I'd like some stamps. Do you have the Buckminster Fuller ones?
Clerk #1: What?
Me: Buckminster Fuller?
[Clerk #1 pulls out the Big Book o' Stamps and shows me which stamps she has. The Buckminster Fuller one isn't there.]
Me: Oh. Well ...
Clerk #1: Hold on. Maybe we have some in the back.
[Clerk #1 stalks off towards the back room, great purpose in her stride. After a few minutes she shouts, "Does anyone know the combination?" to no one in particular.]
Clerk #2: (to Clerk #1) What are you looking for?
Clerk #1: (uncertainly) ... Buck ... minster?
Clerk #2: What?
Clerk #1: Buckminster?
Clerk #2: Oh, are those the ones with the head? (to me) It kind of looks like Epcot?
Me: Yup.
Clerk #2: We don't have those yet, and I don't know the combination anyway.
Me: Oh. Do you know when you'll get them?
Clerk #2: (laughs maybe a little derisively) ... No.
Me: OK, thanks.
[I left at this point.]
I highly endorse this experience.
