The first customer came in. He took a pamphlet and walked up to Legolas.
"Excuse me," he said. Legolas was laughing at Gimli's joke, and now turned
to face the customer. "Hello, sir," he said, leaning on the counter.
"Hello," the man said. "I'd like-"
"Your pamphlet, sir," Legolas said, holding out one hand to the man and the other to catch the Trident Gimli tossed him.
"What for?" the man asked.
"To write and validate all the information, sir."
"Oh. Of course." He handed Leggy his packet. The Elf took out the stamper and began stamping all the pamphlet pages.
"What are you doing?!" the man exclaimed as if witnessing a murder.
"Stamping your pamphlet, sir," Legolas said. "It's required."
"Oh."
Leggy began stamping again. The man interrupted him. "Why?"
"Why what, sir?"
"Why is stamping it all over required?"
Legolas rolled his eyes. "I'm not quite sure, SIR," he said, finishing pressing down the stamper one last time. Then he folded the pamphlet and put it down, the front page facing up. The Elf pointed to the line that read "sig" underneath. "Your signature, sir."
"Will anyone have access to my information? My signature? Will they try to forge it?"
Leggy gave up. He banged his head down onto the counter as Aragorn rushed up, dragged the distraught Elf away- "Chew on your Trident; reduce the stress."- and sat in the chair at the workstation. "You see, sir," he said in a business-like way, "All of this will be either safely with you and safely in our computers. No one can access your information." He smiled. "Now please sign."
The man did so.
Aragorn pointed to the box below, with various options of electronics with checkmarks next to them. "Now sir," the Ranger said. "Please put a check next to the electronic you would like to purchase. If it's not on there, please check 'other' and state what you want."
The man did so.
"Now please specify which brand, sir," Aragorn said, indicating a line for just that.
The man did so.
Aragorn took back the pamphlet and looked it over. He went on the computer and quickly IM-ed Boromir.
Leggy_: hey, boromir, it's aragorn.
BOWmir: hey
Leggy_: "bow" mir?
BOWmir: yup. I died from being shot by a bow
Leggy_: uugh listen I need to know if we have any iomega zip drives
BOWmir: lemme check.
BOWmir may not be able to reply because they have been set to away
BOWmir: ok I'm back
Leggy_: well?
BOWmir: we don't right now, I was just about to order some
Leggy_: how long will that take
BOWmir: maybe 4 days
Leggy_: I need an exact time, boooorooooomiir. I've got a customer waiting here
BOWmir: HOLD ON!!
BOWmir may not be able to reply because they have been set to away
BOWmir: ok definite answer. 3 days I was one day off. ONE DAY!!
Leggy_: + our shipping time?
BOWmir: plus shipping time prolly yeah 4 days HAH! I was RIGHT!
Leggy_: good night, gracie.
Aragorn logged off IM and turned to the customer. "It'll take four days to get everything worked out and shipped, sir," he told the man, as well as writing it on the pamphlet. Then he turned back to the computer and entered it into the computer.
"The cost?"
Ary checked. "Sixty-five dollars, sir. You pay when it's delivered to you." The man looked a smidgen pale. "Here's your pamphlet, sir," he said. "Have a nice day."
"Don't you need this?" the man asked, looking at the pamphlet.
"We have all our info, sir. Think of that as your proof of purchase."
"Why is it a pamphlet?" the man asked.
"It has more information inside, sir."
The man opened it and read something scribbled on the inside. "'I love Arwen'?"
Aragorn leapt up. "THAT'S where you put that pamphlet I was writing on, Sam!" he said accusingly. The Ranger leapt over the counter and reached for the man, who screamed "Aiiyaah" and ran out the door. "Come back! You stole my love letter!" Aragorn yelled, and ran out of Electronics Etc., banging the door open. Silence fell.
Sam broke it. "Well," he said. "I guess THAT man won't be coming back anytime soon."
-_-_-_-_-_-
However, when Aragorn came back later ("Only ten minutes! New record!" Leggy said, holding a stopwatch), everyone burst into applause. Sam ran over, a microphone in hand. "Well, Mr. Aragorn, sir, how DID you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Handle that customer so well? You were AMAZING!"
Ary smiled into the camera. ("Where did that come from?" he muttered) "Ah, well..." He polished his nails. "It comes naturally, I guess."
"All right, Mr. Aragorn, sir, thank you! Let's hear it for A-RA- GOOOORRRRRRRRN!!!" Sam yelled into the mike as Aragorn proudly went back to his workplace and the whole place burst into applause and whistles.
Once everything was back to normal, but no customers coming yet, Legolas leaned over to Aragorn and muttered, "Thank you."
"No problem," the Ranger said.
"Did you get your love note back?"
Aragorn made a face. "No," said he. "I finally pinned him down and sat on him until he swore he would use White-Out on it when he got home." Legolas giggled. "You SAT on him?" he asked.
"Yeah..."
"In PUBLIC?"
"Yeah..."
Legolas almost burst out laughing like an idiot. "Good Elbereth!" he giggled, and Aragorn whacked him over the head.
"Shaddap..."
The next hours dragged by, with only a few customers coming in. Finally, it was 12 PM and lunchtime.
Lunch arrangements were busily being made. Aragorn was counting out coupons and handing certain ones to either Gimli or Legolas. Frodo and Sam went outside to the balcony with the lunch they brought. Boromir and Faramir were eating on the roof, and Gandalf was busy trying to get someone to give him some money. Eowyn chased Eomer out of the building, and everyone could hear Faramir crying out "Eeeeeeeeeeeooooowyn!!!!!!" from the roof. Aragorn finally let Gandalf tag along with his group, and yu-gi and friends went off.
"OK," Aragorn said. "Let's go!" They went outside into the bright afternoon and piled into Aragorn's car; Ary and Gandalf in the front seats, Gimli and Leggy in the back.
Gandalf opened the glove compartment. "Good Lord of the Rings!" he said. "What's all this paper, Aragorn?"
The Ranger grinned sheepishly. "Um... Speeding tickets?"
"Tsk tsk," Gandalf sighed.
"Oh, look! A drawing pad! It's Pippin's. Would he mind if I drawed in it?" Legolas asked Aragorn.
"Go ahead," the Ranger said, turning the car on and blaring the radio. "Ooh! I like this song!" He started singing and Legolas started drawing.
"Whatcha drawin'?" Gimli asked.
"Oh, I dunno," Leggy said.
Meanwhile, Gandalf was watching Ary's speed. "Speed limit 40 MPH... You're doing 50!" At the same time, Gimli and Leggy were chatting, doodling, laughing, and throwing things at each other, the radio blared "She's Got A Ticket To Ride," and Ary sang at the top of his lungs, either with the radio, or random songs: "I've been through the desert on a horse with no name..." With all the noise going on, it was one little car of chaos. The windows were rolled down and the wind rushed through the car. "Fifty- five... Aragorn, slow down!!"
Meanwhile, Eowyn was chasing Eomer around, holding and extremely heavy- looking wooden bench. "Can't we eat, please please please??" Eomer begged, trying to find shelter from his sister's attacks. Faramir was following them, and Boromir had to hold onto him to keep from being blown away-now he was very light and airy, being ghosty and all, you know. Faramir was calling "Eeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwyyyyyyyynnn, let's eat, pleeeeassseeee." Finally, they stopped in to get some Indian food and a first aid kit for poor Eomer. All he really felt like eating was rice cream, but Faramir heaped his and Eowyn's plate and presented her plate with a flourish-almost sending it flying onto Eomer's head, but it was saved. Of course, Faramir had to admit-Eomer looked pretty funny when his eyes bugged out.
Sam and Frodo ate quietly and talked like civilized hobbits...
Back with the car group; Aragorn was now speeding at almost 80 when the speed limit was 40. Soon, the long-expected wails of a police car siren came. Aragorn pulled over and turned the radio down. Legolas patted his hair down, and Gimli pouted a little, upset that their ride had stopped. "We were having fun, too," he growled. Gandalf muttered to Ary: "Told you so."
The police officer came over and asked for Ary's license. "Been pulled over much?" he asked casually.
"Nah," Ary smiled.
"Better not let him see the glove compartment," Leggy whispered to Gimli.
"Shaddap..." Ary muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
"What's that, sir?"
"Oh, nothing," Ary grinned.
"I'll have to write you a ticket. Where were you going?"
"To lunch."
"OK... Here's your ticket. Have a good day."
"Byee,"
"Hello," the man said. "I'd like-"
"Your pamphlet, sir," Legolas said, holding out one hand to the man and the other to catch the Trident Gimli tossed him.
"What for?" the man asked.
"To write and validate all the information, sir."
"Oh. Of course." He handed Leggy his packet. The Elf took out the stamper and began stamping all the pamphlet pages.
"What are you doing?!" the man exclaimed as if witnessing a murder.
"Stamping your pamphlet, sir," Legolas said. "It's required."
"Oh."
Leggy began stamping again. The man interrupted him. "Why?"
"Why what, sir?"
"Why is stamping it all over required?"
Legolas rolled his eyes. "I'm not quite sure, SIR," he said, finishing pressing down the stamper one last time. Then he folded the pamphlet and put it down, the front page facing up. The Elf pointed to the line that read "sig" underneath. "Your signature, sir."
"Will anyone have access to my information? My signature? Will they try to forge it?"
Leggy gave up. He banged his head down onto the counter as Aragorn rushed up, dragged the distraught Elf away- "Chew on your Trident; reduce the stress."- and sat in the chair at the workstation. "You see, sir," he said in a business-like way, "All of this will be either safely with you and safely in our computers. No one can access your information." He smiled. "Now please sign."
The man did so.
Aragorn pointed to the box below, with various options of electronics with checkmarks next to them. "Now sir," the Ranger said. "Please put a check next to the electronic you would like to purchase. If it's not on there, please check 'other' and state what you want."
The man did so.
"Now please specify which brand, sir," Aragorn said, indicating a line for just that.
The man did so.
Aragorn took back the pamphlet and looked it over. He went on the computer and quickly IM-ed Boromir.
Leggy_: hey, boromir, it's aragorn.
BOWmir: hey
Leggy_: "bow" mir?
BOWmir: yup. I died from being shot by a bow
Leggy_: uugh listen I need to know if we have any iomega zip drives
BOWmir: lemme check.
BOWmir may not be able to reply because they have been set to away
BOWmir: ok I'm back
Leggy_: well?
BOWmir: we don't right now, I was just about to order some
Leggy_: how long will that take
BOWmir: maybe 4 days
Leggy_: I need an exact time, boooorooooomiir. I've got a customer waiting here
BOWmir: HOLD ON!!
BOWmir may not be able to reply because they have been set to away
BOWmir: ok definite answer. 3 days I was one day off. ONE DAY!!
Leggy_: + our shipping time?
BOWmir: plus shipping time prolly yeah 4 days HAH! I was RIGHT!
Leggy_: good night, gracie.
Aragorn logged off IM and turned to the customer. "It'll take four days to get everything worked out and shipped, sir," he told the man, as well as writing it on the pamphlet. Then he turned back to the computer and entered it into the computer.
"The cost?"
Ary checked. "Sixty-five dollars, sir. You pay when it's delivered to you." The man looked a smidgen pale. "Here's your pamphlet, sir," he said. "Have a nice day."
"Don't you need this?" the man asked, looking at the pamphlet.
"We have all our info, sir. Think of that as your proof of purchase."
"Why is it a pamphlet?" the man asked.
"It has more information inside, sir."
The man opened it and read something scribbled on the inside. "'I love Arwen'?"
Aragorn leapt up. "THAT'S where you put that pamphlet I was writing on, Sam!" he said accusingly. The Ranger leapt over the counter and reached for the man, who screamed "Aiiyaah" and ran out the door. "Come back! You stole my love letter!" Aragorn yelled, and ran out of Electronics Etc., banging the door open. Silence fell.
Sam broke it. "Well," he said. "I guess THAT man won't be coming back anytime soon."
-_-_-_-_-_-
However, when Aragorn came back later ("Only ten minutes! New record!" Leggy said, holding a stopwatch), everyone burst into applause. Sam ran over, a microphone in hand. "Well, Mr. Aragorn, sir, how DID you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Handle that customer so well? You were AMAZING!"
Ary smiled into the camera. ("Where did that come from?" he muttered) "Ah, well..." He polished his nails. "It comes naturally, I guess."
"All right, Mr. Aragorn, sir, thank you! Let's hear it for A-RA- GOOOORRRRRRRRN!!!" Sam yelled into the mike as Aragorn proudly went back to his workplace and the whole place burst into applause and whistles.
Once everything was back to normal, but no customers coming yet, Legolas leaned over to Aragorn and muttered, "Thank you."
"No problem," the Ranger said.
"Did you get your love note back?"
Aragorn made a face. "No," said he. "I finally pinned him down and sat on him until he swore he would use White-Out on it when he got home." Legolas giggled. "You SAT on him?" he asked.
"Yeah..."
"In PUBLIC?"
"Yeah..."
Legolas almost burst out laughing like an idiot. "Good Elbereth!" he giggled, and Aragorn whacked him over the head.
"Shaddap..."
The next hours dragged by, with only a few customers coming in. Finally, it was 12 PM and lunchtime.
Lunch arrangements were busily being made. Aragorn was counting out coupons and handing certain ones to either Gimli or Legolas. Frodo and Sam went outside to the balcony with the lunch they brought. Boromir and Faramir were eating on the roof, and Gandalf was busy trying to get someone to give him some money. Eowyn chased Eomer out of the building, and everyone could hear Faramir crying out "Eeeeeeeeeeeooooowyn!!!!!!" from the roof. Aragorn finally let Gandalf tag along with his group, and yu-gi and friends went off.
"OK," Aragorn said. "Let's go!" They went outside into the bright afternoon and piled into Aragorn's car; Ary and Gandalf in the front seats, Gimli and Leggy in the back.
Gandalf opened the glove compartment. "Good Lord of the Rings!" he said. "What's all this paper, Aragorn?"
The Ranger grinned sheepishly. "Um... Speeding tickets?"
"Tsk tsk," Gandalf sighed.
"Oh, look! A drawing pad! It's Pippin's. Would he mind if I drawed in it?" Legolas asked Aragorn.
"Go ahead," the Ranger said, turning the car on and blaring the radio. "Ooh! I like this song!" He started singing and Legolas started drawing.
"Whatcha drawin'?" Gimli asked.
"Oh, I dunno," Leggy said.
Meanwhile, Gandalf was watching Ary's speed. "Speed limit 40 MPH... You're doing 50!" At the same time, Gimli and Leggy were chatting, doodling, laughing, and throwing things at each other, the radio blared "She's Got A Ticket To Ride," and Ary sang at the top of his lungs, either with the radio, or random songs: "I've been through the desert on a horse with no name..." With all the noise going on, it was one little car of chaos. The windows were rolled down and the wind rushed through the car. "Fifty- five... Aragorn, slow down!!"
Meanwhile, Eowyn was chasing Eomer around, holding and extremely heavy- looking wooden bench. "Can't we eat, please please please??" Eomer begged, trying to find shelter from his sister's attacks. Faramir was following them, and Boromir had to hold onto him to keep from being blown away-now he was very light and airy, being ghosty and all, you know. Faramir was calling "Eeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwyyyyyyyynnn, let's eat, pleeeeassseeee." Finally, they stopped in to get some Indian food and a first aid kit for poor Eomer. All he really felt like eating was rice cream, but Faramir heaped his and Eowyn's plate and presented her plate with a flourish-almost sending it flying onto Eomer's head, but it was saved. Of course, Faramir had to admit-Eomer looked pretty funny when his eyes bugged out.
Sam and Frodo ate quietly and talked like civilized hobbits...
Back with the car group; Aragorn was now speeding at almost 80 when the speed limit was 40. Soon, the long-expected wails of a police car siren came. Aragorn pulled over and turned the radio down. Legolas patted his hair down, and Gimli pouted a little, upset that their ride had stopped. "We were having fun, too," he growled. Gandalf muttered to Ary: "Told you so."
The police officer came over and asked for Ary's license. "Been pulled over much?" he asked casually.
"Nah," Ary smiled.
"Better not let him see the glove compartment," Leggy whispered to Gimli.
"Shaddap..." Ary muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
"What's that, sir?"
"Oh, nothing," Ary grinned.
"I'll have to write you a ticket. Where were you going?"
"To lunch."
"OK... Here's your ticket. Have a good day."
"Byee,"