
Let me set the stage for you of an encounter I had last week.
First I need to say, this is not the person I am referencing. I got it off a web search. But it resembles him. Mostly the hat.
As a manager at a very large retail establishment, it is often my job to help my crew with situations relating to shoppers.
So here's how it went.
I am on one aisle, my crew is on the next. He calls me over the two way radio and says, "Dave? Do we have any fly slides?"

As I round the end of the aisle, here comes and older gentlemen with my crew in tow. My crew member has a look on his face of, PLEASE! RESCUE ME! I ask the two of them "what can I help you with?
The southern gentlemen ask me plain as day, "I need a fly slide."
I'm now mouthing the word silently, fly slide...while blinking. My crew is looking hopefully from face to face.
I reply, "I'm sorry a what?"
He once again says "A fly slide", slightly annoyed.
I'm standing there with the expression of, I got nuthin', on my face.
He finally makes some hand motions, and says, you know, a fly slide for shinin' when its dark out side.
Yes sir, flashlights are right down this aisle.
He's grateful and walks towards them.
My crew and I walk away two full aisles before losing control of our laughter, followed by comments for the rest of our shift regarding the need for a fly slide.