Huh?

Today I had, quite possibly, one of the stupidest interactions I have ever had. A girl had asked my boss where the nearest Cingular store is. I only heard this peripherally, but when the girl came back five minutes later and said to me, "Were you the one helping me before? I'm looking for Cingular?" I had to wonder about her, um, mental capacity. Because my boss is a man. And he's like a foot shorter than me. But, I suppose we both have brown hair, so...

Anyway, she asked me if I knew where to find the nearest Cingular. I said that I really didn't, but that I recalled seeing one on Newbury, maybe. I suggested trying the yellow pages or calling customer service.
"Where on Newbury?"
"Well, I'm not sure there actually is one, I think there is."

And then...
"Well, what time do they close?"

Huh. Well, this store that may not even exist has a very specific schedule of WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS.

Seriously? Seriously. I can pull a LOT of information out of my ass, but the (possibly) imaginary Cingular store's schedule is not one. Sorry. Check, please!