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Victory is mine
I helped an old man out looking at rings. He picked one out, asked for it to be cleaned and put in a box, then announced he'd be back with his debit card.
The guys relentlessly agreed that he was never coming back.
Five minutes later - in walks the dude! And the guys had to admit that victory was mine.
(It was OK because not an hour earlier, I spent 10 minutes with a guy helping him look at Nintendo handheld games systems, picking out games for his son, only to find at the end of all that that he wouldn't buy it unless we provided a warranty. Well there's precious time wasted... unless it isn't)
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