I had just sharpened a pair of figure skates for a customer this weekend. After handing her the finished skates, she proceeded to pore over them like they held a clue to a long lost treasure or something. The light test, looking down the hollow, the whole nine yards. Right in front of me. Now, this was not a customer who had any idea about skating. The reason I know this is because she made that abundantly clear when I asked her how she would like her skates cut. I had gotten some non-sensical answer along the lines of, "She's 7 years old" or something like that, in broken English of course. When I asked her what she was looking for, she told me she sees her daughter's skating coach do this to skates sometimes. Since she hadn't answered my question, I repeated it. Her response? "I not sure, what should I rook for? They shiny." (You guessed it, she's Asian. Big surprise for my shop) At that point I just looked at her like she had just shit her pants, and went to get myself some lunch. Gotta love those chicken wraps, eh Pete?