The Mosque Man

So this guy comes in my shop the other day. He has a heavy accent.

I can't quite place it. He looks like he's from the Middle East somewhere. India? Maybe Pakistan? Iran?

I have no idea.

Here is the conversation that follows:

HIM: "Do you have a mosque?"

ME: "Do I have a mosque?"

HIM: "Yes...do you have a mosque?"

ME: "Like a statue or model kit of a mosque?"

HIM: "No...a mosque."

ME: "I'm sure there is one in town but I'm a store and don't think I have the room for a mosque."

HIM: "No...a mosque! A mosque!"

ME: "I don't have a mosque."

HIM: "Where can I get a mosque!?"

ME: "I have no idea. I've never even thought about it before."

HIM: "The man down the street said you have mosques."

ME: "The man down the street is wrong. I sell toys and comic books. I don't have a mosque. I don't even go to church."

HIM: "Not mosque, MOSQUE!"

(At this point I'm in an episode of Get Smart..."Not Craw! CRAW!")

ME: "You want a mosque?"

HIM: "Not mosque...MOSQUE!!!"

ME: "Ohhhh...now I get it. A mask. You want a mask?"

HIM: "Yes...a mosque."

ME: "All I have is this Yoda. Would you like the Yoda mask?"

HIM: "No thank you...I'm looking for a different mosque."

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SO TO SUM UP
No wonder there are so many wars.