It's Whistle While You Work, Not While You Shop

*Whistle* I hear as I'm putting away DVDs. Maybe someone bought a bird from our pet section, which would've given me cause for pause if I knew at the time that we didn't sell pets. "Hey, you!" I hear. A customer a ways down the aisle waves at me to come over to him. You know, when I need something from someone, I go to them, not whistle to them to come to me. Whistling doesn't even get my attention. I just assume you're whistling for your pig, or as society calls her, your wife.