Ugh.

Why do people say stuff they do?

This would be a teeny snippet of a conversation between myself and some nut at the job:

Me: Hello. What can I do for you?
Some New Kid: Where do I sell books back?
Me: Here works.
SNK: But, like, does it matter?
Me: Excuse me?
SNK: Like, I mean, where do I sell them?
Me: ...Here works.
SNK: Yeah?
Me: Really.
SNK: Kay. So I talk to you?
Me: Yeah.
SNK: Kay. (starts taking books out of bag)
Me: First and last name?
SNK: Maira Lopez. M-A-I-R-A.
Me: (scans books)
M-A-I-R-A Lopez: So, like, it doesn't matter where I go?
Me: Depends on who's buying back. We buy all year round.
Lopez: Wait, there's different stores?
Me: We're not affiliated with the University.
Lopez: SHUT UP! Really?
Me: (blinking) Uh...yeah.
Lopez: Wow. Like, wow. So you offer more money than the main place?
Me: We try to. That'd be fifty-six bucks.
Lopez: Like, cool.