Bad monkey. No banana
This happened...some time ago and I missed it. Found out about it at a get together for current and former clearance swamp employees Saturday.
Guy comes in wanting to return or exchange an air mattress. The return policy on air mattresses is stricter than the policy on most other merchandise, probably so that nobody winds up with a bedbug-infested air mattress.
Guy was messed up in the head to begin with, and wanted to do something our policy wouldn't allow. A philosophical discussion erupts. Discussion becomes so philosophical the guy's face and the service desk lady's face are inches away from each other, and spittle may be being exchanged.
Finally, guy notices our smartly-dressed LP lady coming out of her office, and yells to her "KEEP THESE MONKEYS OF YOURS UNDER CONTROL!" and makes monkey gestures on his way out the door.
The thread title is what I plan to tell service desk lady next time she cheeses off a customer. Informing co-workers in the break room of this caused one of them to nearly choke.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
May your shit come to life and kiss you on the face-- Frank Zappa