You read that right. So, as a fly on the wall- it's my M.O. to just know certain things. So beware sucky customers, there are people watching you just to mock you for their own entertainment. And mock you we will! MUAHAHAHAHA!!
So, this story begins as a lovely day in suburbia. The soccer moms are driving their brats around, corporate drones are filling into the city to begin their day at the beck and call of multinational companies. The usual. And our store opens, like normal. But it shall not remain normal for long. There is a sinister character in the midst, hiding behind a facade of innocence. This is- the rich granny wearing too much Channel n5(awful) and smothering her grandson with presents to buy his affection.
Granny drives up in her shiny new Bentley SUV(I'm 100% serious. She was driving a car worth more than most peoples' houses. 'Cause granny is riding dirty.) She peruses the shops in the area with her grandson and then decides to cast her cloud of misery upon our fine establishment. (Why can't she bother someone else, WHY?)
Right when she comes in, she has the "special snowflake" aura about her. The "I'm important just because" aura that only people missing a few marbles can really pull off. And missing a few marbles she was! So she decided to steal some marbles! Nah, I'm joking- she didn't just steal some cheap marbles. She stole a high-end and exclusive product off our humble display for the lolz when she could totally afford it.
Her grandson was about two and it appears that her horribleness had not rubbed off on him. He was normal and even well behaved by two year old standards. Anyway, she hands her grandson the stollen product and says, "Happy birthday, Johnny*! (*Name has been changed to protect the innocent.) The child is too young to realize what was happening. So Johnny goes about carrying around his new item. Then old moneybags comes up to one of the service areas, and demands free services for her grandson's item! (Because she's special and why should SHE have to pay like the lowly serfs?) Naturally, as a display item that thousands of people had used- her ill gotten gain was a little worn. I'd like to point out that she did not nicely ask for free services, she demanded them in an inappropriate and abrasive way.
Anyway, while she was at the service area, her grandson came across a few things along the way that he wanted. So naturally, she purchased them. Only when she purchased them, she gave all of her information to the person checking her out by joining the company's rewards program. Very smart cookie, this lady.
At this point, the trail goes cold and I am merely left knowing that she was unpleasant to deal with the rest of her shopping experience. During this time I hear she dropped another $600 on items for her grandson. Then she left and drove off in her Bentley. Just another happy day in affluent suburbia.
THE END!
P.S. She still comes and shops regularly.
More "Fly on the Wall" stories are coming soon! You'll get to meet all my special snowflakes! YAY!! We're going to have loads of fun together!
So, this story begins as a lovely day in suburbia. The soccer moms are driving their brats around, corporate drones are filling into the city to begin their day at the beck and call of multinational companies. The usual. And our store opens, like normal. But it shall not remain normal for long. There is a sinister character in the midst, hiding behind a facade of innocence. This is- the rich granny wearing too much Channel n5(awful) and smothering her grandson with presents to buy his affection.
Granny drives up in her shiny new Bentley SUV(I'm 100% serious. She was driving a car worth more than most peoples' houses. 'Cause granny is riding dirty.) She peruses the shops in the area with her grandson and then decides to cast her cloud of misery upon our fine establishment. (Why can't she bother someone else, WHY?)
Right when she comes in, she has the "special snowflake" aura about her. The "I'm important just because" aura that only people missing a few marbles can really pull off. And missing a few marbles she was! So she decided to steal some marbles! Nah, I'm joking- she didn't just steal some cheap marbles. She stole a high-end and exclusive product off our humble display for the lolz when she could totally afford it.
Her grandson was about two and it appears that her horribleness had not rubbed off on him. He was normal and even well behaved by two year old standards. Anyway, she hands her grandson the stollen product and says, "Happy birthday, Johnny*! (*Name has been changed to protect the innocent.) The child is too young to realize what was happening. So Johnny goes about carrying around his new item. Then old moneybags comes up to one of the service areas, and demands free services for her grandson's item! (Because she's special and why should SHE have to pay like the lowly serfs?) Naturally, as a display item that thousands of people had used- her ill gotten gain was a little worn. I'd like to point out that she did not nicely ask for free services, she demanded them in an inappropriate and abrasive way.
Anyway, while she was at the service area, her grandson came across a few things along the way that he wanted. So naturally, she purchased them. Only when she purchased them, she gave all of her information to the person checking her out by joining the company's rewards program. Very smart cookie, this lady.
At this point, the trail goes cold and I am merely left knowing that she was unpleasant to deal with the rest of her shopping experience. During this time I hear she dropped another $600 on items for her grandson. Then she left and drove off in her Bentley. Just another happy day in affluent suburbia.
THE END!
P.S. She still comes and shops regularly.
More "Fly on the Wall" stories are coming soon! You'll get to meet all my special snowflakes! YAY!! We're going to have loads of fun together!
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