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So I was working in the backroom today, merrily backstocking the furniture and bulk items from last night's truck, when one of the gals from apparel barged in and exclaimed "Code Pink's here!"
Feeling a little curious, I asked where she was, and the apparel girl told me she was by the vacuums--being waited on by one of the girls in electronics, who is about the sweetest, quietest, meekest people I know.
I had to go over by the vacuums to stock some stuff the truck people had forgotten about the night before, so I moseyed on over and caught the whole conversation.
In a nutshell, here's what happened:
-Code Pink was looking at a small vacuum cleaner, and asked EG (electronics girl) if we sold a lot of that vacuum---about 8 times.
-Code Pink had something of a Tourette's episode, dropping about 15 s-bombs without any apparent explanation.
-Code Pink then asked EG if she should buy this vacuum--again about 8 times. Each time EG encouraged her to do so, nicely, but clearly she was getting rattled and justed wanted to get rid of Code Pink.
-Code Pink then mentioned something about having a blue vacuum and a silver one, and wanted EG to choose either the red vacuum or the silver one she had been looking at. Why this makes any difference in choosing a vacuum cleaner is beyond me. If I were buying a vacuum cleaner, all I'd really want to know is how much the vacuum cleaner sucks (literally).
-Code Pink then started getting really pushy, almost yelling at EG and repeating the same questions she had asked before! At this point I was seriously considering calling EG to the backroom, so Code Pink would have to inflict herself on the electronics specialist, who I have no use for.
Finally, Code Pink settled on a vacuum cleaner and then went to look for her male friend, and just about had a breakdown when she couldn't find him right away. Then she dragged him over to the vacuum cleaners and started yelling at him, asking him if she had chosen the right one. I guess he kept saying he didn't care which one she got, but that wasn't good enough for her. I caught up with EG and said "That must have been about as entertaining as a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, huh?" and she said she was having a hard time being nice to her.
Story over, right? Right? WRONG!
Code Pink came back later and returned the vacuum, saying she wanted to buy a different one someplace else!
Why we put up with her, I do not know. She returns just about everything she buys.
Feeling a little curious, I asked where she was, and the apparel girl told me she was by the vacuums--being waited on by one of the girls in electronics, who is about the sweetest, quietest, meekest people I know.
I had to go over by the vacuums to stock some stuff the truck people had forgotten about the night before, so I moseyed on over and caught the whole conversation.
In a nutshell, here's what happened:
-Code Pink was looking at a small vacuum cleaner, and asked EG (electronics girl) if we sold a lot of that vacuum---about 8 times.
-Code Pink had something of a Tourette's episode, dropping about 15 s-bombs without any apparent explanation.
-Code Pink then asked EG if she should buy this vacuum--again about 8 times. Each time EG encouraged her to do so, nicely, but clearly she was getting rattled and justed wanted to get rid of Code Pink.
-Code Pink then mentioned something about having a blue vacuum and a silver one, and wanted EG to choose either the red vacuum or the silver one she had been looking at. Why this makes any difference in choosing a vacuum cleaner is beyond me. If I were buying a vacuum cleaner, all I'd really want to know is how much the vacuum cleaner sucks (literally).
-Code Pink then started getting really pushy, almost yelling at EG and repeating the same questions she had asked before! At this point I was seriously considering calling EG to the backroom, so Code Pink would have to inflict herself on the electronics specialist, who I have no use for.
Finally, Code Pink settled on a vacuum cleaner and then went to look for her male friend, and just about had a breakdown when she couldn't find him right away. Then she dragged him over to the vacuum cleaners and started yelling at him, asking him if she had chosen the right one. I guess he kept saying he didn't care which one she got, but that wasn't good enough for her. I caught up with EG and said "That must have been about as entertaining as a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, huh?" and she said she was having a hard time being nice to her.
Story over, right? Right? WRONG!
Code Pink came back later and returned the vacuum, saying she wanted to buy a different one someplace else!
Why we put up with her, I do not know. She returns just about everything she buys.
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