My second customer of the day was this lady who I'd assisted with a return w/o receipt from a couple days prior. Late 40s, early 50s, wearing a short white skirt, matching white dress jacket over a very very low cut red blouse (this is relevant to this part of the story, trust me)...
OK, so here's the best part. At this point, she looks at the two books in her hand and comments that they are a lot of money. Then, I shit you not, she looks up at me, giving me a sly smile and starts playing with her necklace around her neck (a crucifix, BTW), slowly moving her hand down her chest. She then proceeds to slowly pull her shirt aside, keeping eye contact with me, exposing her full breast, keeping only a finger tip over her nipple. Simultaneously, she says softly, "Is there any chance I could get a discount on these?"
Yeah. Sorta-MILF boobs right there. In hindsight, I couldn't contemplate how one should react to that. But at the time, I guess I was in business mode and even suntanned (but tanline-less) large areola-ed breast couldn't sway me from my job. Without a moment's hesitation (despite taking a good, hard glance at the exposed breast), I said the following:
"I don't think I can get you a discount, however, if you were to get a membership, you could save 20% on that hardcover book and 10% on that paperback. It only costs $25 a year and if you spend more than, say, $120 a year with B&N or B Dalton bookstores and websites, then you'd more than make up the difference."
BAM, I am a badass. I cannot be phased. Show me a tit, regardless of the size, and my salesman stride shall not be wavered. She chuckled and slowly covered herself back up and said, "OK, then,"...and she said it very politely, despite her exposure not getting anymore than a momentary consideration. She didn't get the membership, but she DID buy the books.