Sometimes, it is better to just not ask questions.

An older gentleman who I’d never seen before came in to the shop today. I asked him what I could do to help him, and he wanted to look at TVs. I only have a few left, so I showed him a couple. He wasn’t sure he wanted to spend more than $100 on a TV, so I showed him that we have some older box TVs that are all under $20. He said, “I really need the flat screen TVs because the picture quality is better and it makes the blood splatters just bounce off the screen.”

Rational people would have just politely nodded their head and accepted that. But not me, nope I had to pop off, “Blood splatters?” with a questioning look, just inviting him to speak.

“Yes, I watch snuff films. They’re movies that are just people getting murdered. I’ve never been into porn, but I’ve always been turned on by the sight of blood and people being eviscerated.” He really smiled at this, and said, “I have quite a collection–some of the older stuff that’s still on VHS is rumored to be real murder videos and not actors.”

I’m going to develop a nervous twitch if this kind of stuff keeps happening.