I was at the fabric store today buying stuff to make a coat for my dog. I grabbed a number for the cutting counter and went to look at other stuff while I waited. For some reason, a bunch of dummies grabbed numbers, then formed a line. The clerk called my number (23), and I headed right on over. A woman with ticket #28 beat me to the counter and put her stuff up on it. She actually wanted her stuff cut first because in her tiny little mind, I didn't get in the line, so she was there before me. For some reason, all I could manage to say was, "I have number 23." She then said she didn't know they were using the numbers. Well, duh, that's why they have them. In the end, the clerk took care of me first. I'm peeved at myself for not being more assertive, though.
The clerk also didn't seem to know how to handle the situation. All it would've taken was for her to say she was serving #23.
The clerk also didn't seem to know how to handle the situation. All it would've taken was for her to say she was serving #23.
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