Me: “That’s it. Get out of my store.”

 

Customer: “What? NO!”

 

Me: “Sir, get out, or I have to take you out.”

 

Customer: “Then do it!”

 

(I go around the counter and approach the customer. I yank him by his collar & drag him to the door.)

 

Me: “Now, then… you wanna apologize and maybe come back in?”

 

Customer: “No! I just want my hammer! God, what is this madness?!”

 

Me: *puts the customer down*

 

Customer: *confused* “… What is it?”

 

(I turn back to the cashier, who nods in approval. I then turn back to face the customer.)

 

Me: “Madness? THIS! IS! SPARTAAAAAAAAA!” *kicks customer out of store and slams door*

Customer: “Yabba dabba.”

 

Me: “What?”

 

Customer: “Yabba dabba.”

 

Me: “Okay. That will be thirteen fifty.”

 

Customer: *hands me money* “Yabba dabba.”

 

Me: “You don’t say?”

 

Customer: *angrily* “Yabba dabba!!”

 

Me: “Doo. Have a good day.”

 

Customer: *happy now* “YABBA DABBA!!!!” *leaves*

 

(He comes back about two hours later, talking regularly like nothing happened.)

Again, huge thanks for linking the site to me Wrack.