Beaver Pelts

Ever feel like some days, no one gets your sense of humor? See my coffee shop is not the uptight corporate coffee kind of place. We all get along, and while we work really, really hard, we all have a good sense of humor and goof off a lot too.
One of my employees, stuck a little sign right above the visa/mastercard sign that says,

Now, Dill and I thought this was pretty damn funny. For the most part, other people, if they even notice it, think it’s pretty funny. But then I’ve had the odd ones…
A couple months ago, this woman came in, and I swear, the second sentence out of her mouth was, “I’m from San Fransisco”. Which wouldn’t sound odd, except it was in response to, “What can I get for you today”?
While I’m making her drink, she spies the beaver pelt sign. Then the conversation turns into something like this:

Customer:”What the heck? You guys used to accept beaver pelt”?
Me: “What? Oh, no, that’s a joke”
Customer: “That’s FUR”!!!!
Me: “Yea, I know. It’s just a joke”
Customer: “Man, I knew I was in backwoods Indiana, but this is crazy”.
Me: “No, not that backwoods. It’s just a joke. One of our employees put it up there as a joke. Like, instead of we don’t accept out of state checks. We don’t accept beaver pelt”.
Customer: “How long ago did you stop doing it”?
Me: “Is this like, a hidden camera show”?
Customer: “What”?
Me: “Here’s you drink, have a great day”!

I know, that’s just one oddball right? Except for the past two weeks it keeps happening! Not that extreme, but a lot of, “I don’t get it”, and “what’s pelt”?

Maybe it’s good that we all work together, since we’re the only ones that find each other funny!