Trapped without Taking the Bait

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just come up with an idea for a cheesy commercial. I should have patented this first, because it's so good that someone is going to read this and you will see it on TV in 6 months:
Here's to you oh innocent bystander of the never-ending story!
I mentioned in an earlier blog that I must look like the "nice guy" of the group despite my black collared shirts and hurried pace with which I walk through the store. What do you do when you get stuck listening to a long boring story from an old man with plenty of material? Even I don't have the balls to stop them and say, "I don't give a @#*!" I don't think you do either. I should subpoena for help from my employer since they would probably help if they knew how much money they were wasting paying me to listen to long, drawn-out stories. But on the other hand, it's better than lifting a heavy treadmill on to the back of a Geo Metro.
Then, a week later, after I have finally recovered, they re-appear, call me over by name, and I am their new best friend. Oh the hells and nightmares of retail! What a great commercial this would be!