Yes, everything work-related comes in pairs. I’m like a retail Noah.

One
YOUNGER BROTHER: Rosa Parks Story? The hell is that?
OLDER SISTER: Duh! Think back to history class!
YOUNGER BROTHER: What do you mean, I don’t remember any Rosa Parks.
OLDER SISTER: You’re so stupid!
YOUNGER BROTHER: …
OLDER SISTER: Come on!
YOUNGER BROTHER: …
OLDER SISTER: She ran the Underground Railroad! For the slaves!
YOUNGER BROTHER: …
YOUNGER BROTHER: That looks like a bus.

Two
(commentary from a college-aged female, upon picking up the box of Blazing Saddles and turning to her similarly collegiate-aged female companion)

“Did you ever see this movie? It’s kind of funny. My brother rented it one time. It was made back in the 1970s, and I guess, like, there weren’t people fighting for civil rights and stuff back in the seventies, because this movie is soooooooooo racist! It’s kind of funny. I mean, like, in the seventies they didn’t care if you were racist, and so this movie is soooooo racist.”

I don’t know why both of my favorite customer pairs are so race-minded.