The Joys of Working in a Bookshop – #9

Man on the phone: *asks me to hold a calendar for him until he can come to pick it up in two weeks*
Me: “Absolutely, no problem. What is your name?”
Man: *gives me his name*
Me: “Right. We’ll hold it for you until you come by, then.”
Man: “And who have I spoken to?”

Now… I may be a little paranoid, but it seems to me that the only logical reason to ask that question is if you expect to come to the shop in two weeks to discover that your stuff is not actually there, and you want to be properly prepared so you have someone to blame. I wish people would just accept the fact that I know how to do my job, dammit.