In Which We All Learn a New Word

An older patron comes up to the desk. He is wearing a Wal-Mart name tag, and has rampant tooth decay.

Me: Can I help you?

Patron: I need a book that shows how to build a “shilloose.”

Me: A what?

Patron: A . . . “shilloose.” It’s a way of processing gold. It’s like a chute, with slats in it. You put the gold in the top with the water, and the slats catch the gold, and the water washes the sand away.

Me: Hmm. I’ve never heard of that word. Do you know how to spell it?

Patron: Uh, no.

I Google “gold shilloose” under every spelling I can think of. No luck.

Me: I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not finding it, and without knowing how to spell it I can’t search for books on that subject.

Patron: Can we look it up in a dictionary?

Me: . . . also no. Your best bet is probably just to look through the gold/prospecting section and see if you find anything.

I take him over to the right section and turn him loose. A few minutes later he comes back to the desk with a book in his hand.

Patron (shows me a picture of a man prospecting): This is a “shilloose.”

Me: Ohhh. You mean a sluice?

Patron: Maybe. That’s a hard word to say.

Don’t blame me for not figuring out what he meant right away. My job is totally hard! STOP LAUGHING AT ME.

Fuck you all. >:(


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