At one of my (four? five?) jobs they are hosting an event wherein you can listen to talks given by directors and editors of local films. It's called 'Cinezoo'. Somebody called today for information and concluded the conversation by asking why it's called Cinezoo. So I said "Um, because there are a menagerie of films represented?".

I know that still doesn't top the time I told some halfwit hooplehead in line at the movie theatre that Steven Seagal's Fire Down Below was about gonorrhea.

Though a close second would be when I informed a woman who wanted her year-long gift certificates renewed for another year because "you weren't showing anything I wanted to watch all year" that her lack of taste wasn't really my problem so no, I wouldn't renew them.

If there was an Olympian goddess of customer service, I would so be her.