I went to the hardware store earlier today. It's our little dinky hardware store and not a big chain. One cash register, one employee on duty.
I had my items and went to pay. I was third in line. The cashier rang out the first customer, then the fecal matter contacted the rotary oscillator. The guy in front of me pulled a hammer out of a bag. The handle was broken in two. This is what ensued:
ME:
SC: broken hammer guy
CA: cashier
SC: I want a new hammer. This one was bad. I got it this morning.
CA: Yes sir. Were you using it when it broke?
SC: That don't matter. It broke and I want a new one. It was defective.
CA: I have to put something on the return slip sir.
SC: I was breaking up my sidewalk. It's a damn hammer, it shouldn't have broke.
ME: (outloud)
SC: (turns to me) What are you laughing about?
ME: You used a one pound claw hammer to try to bust up a sidewalk?
SC: Yea, what's wrong with that?
CA: You should have gotten a sledge for that sir. I can't give you a new one because you didn't want to get the proper tool for the job.
SC: It's a damn hammer! I was pounding with it! What makes a difference what I was hitting with it.
CA: A one pound claw hammer is meant to drive nails into wood, not break up concrete. I'm sorry sir, but I can't give you a refund or a replacement. Have a nice day.
SC: I'm calling the cops! They'll get me my money back.
CA: That's fine sir. I'll be here all day.
ME: I'm going to hang around for a while too.
Broken hammer guy walked out mumbling incoherently. I looked at the cashier and we both broke out laughing. I hung around for about 45 minutes. The cashier told me a few stories about similar experiences and I gave him the URL for this site. Hopefully he'll join because a couple of the things he told me were hilariously sucky.
I had my items and went to pay. I was third in line. The cashier rang out the first customer, then the fecal matter contacted the rotary oscillator. The guy in front of me pulled a hammer out of a bag. The handle was broken in two. This is what ensued:
ME:
SC: broken hammer guy
CA: cashier
SC: I want a new hammer. This one was bad. I got it this morning.
CA: Yes sir. Were you using it when it broke?
SC: That don't matter. It broke and I want a new one. It was defective.
CA: I have to put something on the return slip sir.
SC: I was breaking up my sidewalk. It's a damn hammer, it shouldn't have broke.
ME: (outloud)
SC: (turns to me) What are you laughing about?
ME: You used a one pound claw hammer to try to bust up a sidewalk?
SC: Yea, what's wrong with that?
CA: You should have gotten a sledge for that sir. I can't give you a new one because you didn't want to get the proper tool for the job.
SC: It's a damn hammer! I was pounding with it! What makes a difference what I was hitting with it.
CA: A one pound claw hammer is meant to drive nails into wood, not break up concrete. I'm sorry sir, but I can't give you a refund or a replacement. Have a nice day.
SC: I'm calling the cops! They'll get me my money back.
CA: That's fine sir. I'll be here all day.
ME: I'm going to hang around for a while too.
Broken hammer guy walked out mumbling incoherently. I looked at the cashier and we both broke out laughing. I hung around for about 45 minutes. The cashier told me a few stories about similar experiences and I gave him the URL for this site. Hopefully he'll join because a couple of the things he told me were hilariously sucky.
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