Radio Shack employees come in two varieties. There's the one guy who has a clue, typically the franchise owner. He's always a tightass, usually well dressed, and generally annoying.

Then there's the peons, one of which I just had the privledge of dealing with. So all I want is a set of alligator clip test leads. I know where they are, and I'm making a line for the back of the store to pick them up when the clerk gets in my way.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm just picking up some alligator clips."

He looks confused. "Alligator clips? I've never heard of those."

"No problem, they're right up there."

"Yeah if we have them, they'd be right there. Any kind of clips."

He follows me to the back, and I reach down and grab a pack of clips, conveniently labeled "Alligator Clips (12)."

"Huh. Alligator Clips. Well I guess we do have them."

Looking around, I notice that the only ones here have no leads.

"I was hoping you had some with leads, but I guess not."

"Now what are leads?"

"Wires."

"No, we don't carry anything like that."

"No problem, I'll just buy some wire and solder them together myself."

At this point, he just leaves and goes to help someone else. Next to the wire, I find the alligator clip test leads. As I'm buying them, the guy looks at the package for about a minute and proclaims, "Yeah these ones do have wires." Purveyor of alligator clip test leads, master of the obvious.