(I am working at an office supply store. My job is very simple: stand in the front of the store where all the printer ink is, sell it, and show customers where other items are. The ink we sell is made using recycled cartridges. Otherwise, it’s the exact same thing as new printer ink; just we refilled it, instead, and put our logo on it. A man walks in who looks like he might be a Nordic giant.)

Me: “Hello, sir. How can I help you?”

Customer: “I need ink for my printer.”

(I show him the ink cartridges.)

Me: “Here we have the new cartridges, but over here we have our brand of ink. It’s the exact same thing as the new cartridges, just a lot cheaper.”

(The customer takes the ink and looks at it, a little confused. His expression never changes from a blank stare this entire time.)

Customer: “All right, I’ll take it. But if it breaks my printer, I will come back and break your face.”

(The customer left with the product and I immediately told my manager. He never came back, so I’m guessing it worked fine. Thank goodness.)