Oh good grief - I'm back again.
Okay, so today was run errands again day. Went to the bank, no problems. Everyone is friendly.
Then off to Wally World, where I had to return a package of socks. I'd bought 2 packages, but since I'd used 2 of the 5 pair, I opted to give them to my sister for her or my niece. No issue with returning the other package. And like the new process they have for taking care of returns. It seems like a great system.
However, it was check out where all the excitement was. There was a girl getting all excited over something. Someone managed to get her calmed down enough to find out that she'd bought some cigarettes and cigarellos (sp?) and apparently had gotten some cash back, but didn't get it and left. She had no receipt and was making a fuss about the store stealing her money, etc.
SC: You stole my money! I want my money!
Manager: Ma'am, please calm down, we're trying to get someone to look at the tapes.
SC: Why?! Do think I stole the money?
Manager: I didn't say that. It's standard proceedure
SC: THE BITCH STOLE MY MONEY!! SHE PROBABLY DID! CHECK THOSE DAMNED TAPES NOW! YOU'LL SEE!!
Let me interject for a moment, that I was in the lane in question, and that it was the cigarette purchase aisle. She was also standing less than 10 feet away when she screamed the last part. She was so loud that I had to cover my ear. I made a little hiss because it hurt! She gave me a dirty look, then continued on her tirade, pacing.
After a few minutes - because you know everyone has to stop and watch the ensuing train wreck - the manager comes back to say that the cashier had left for the day, but that she was coming back to take care of this.
SC: Well, how long is that going to fucking take?
Manager: Ma'am, please don't swear. There are children present.
SC: I DON'T FUCKING CARE! YOUR BITCH CASHIER STOLE MY MONEY AND I FUCKING WANT IT NOW!! HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO FUCKING TAKE?!
Manager: Ma'am, please!
Me *quietly to the little old lady behind me whose eyes were as wide as saucers*: I guess her mother never taught her that you get more flies with honey than you do vinegar.
I turn around to find myself face to face with the screaming SC.
SC: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY BITCH? YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT ME, BITCH?
Let it never be said that I can't think on the fly.
Me: Well, let me first point out that I'm a human and not a dog, so you can stop calling me that. And secondly, you might want to lower your voice since you're making a spectacle of yourself. And if I was talking to you, I would have addressed you. But since you felt it was okay to stick your nose in where it didn't belong, I guess your momma never taught you that you get more flies with honey than vinegar. You're going to be here a looong time if you don't cap that attitude and work with the people here *pauses to thank the cashier and take my change* If you want to talk to a bitch, I suggest you look in the mirror sometime. *cue the manager trying not to laugh as I walk away*
And the rest of the day went pretty well. Got a yummy sammich at Subway - mmmmm, meatball *cue Homer drool* and SO and I are going to see Run, Fatboy, Run in a few hours. hehe
Okay, so today was run errands again day. Went to the bank, no problems. Everyone is friendly.
Then off to Wally World, where I had to return a package of socks. I'd bought 2 packages, but since I'd used 2 of the 5 pair, I opted to give them to my sister for her or my niece. No issue with returning the other package. And like the new process they have for taking care of returns. It seems like a great system.
However, it was check out where all the excitement was. There was a girl getting all excited over something. Someone managed to get her calmed down enough to find out that she'd bought some cigarettes and cigarellos (sp?) and apparently had gotten some cash back, but didn't get it and left. She had no receipt and was making a fuss about the store stealing her money, etc.
SC: You stole my money! I want my money!
Manager: Ma'am, please calm down, we're trying to get someone to look at the tapes.
SC: Why?! Do think I stole the money?
Manager: I didn't say that. It's standard proceedure
SC: THE BITCH STOLE MY MONEY!! SHE PROBABLY DID! CHECK THOSE DAMNED TAPES NOW! YOU'LL SEE!!
Let me interject for a moment, that I was in the lane in question, and that it was the cigarette purchase aisle. She was also standing less than 10 feet away when she screamed the last part. She was so loud that I had to cover my ear. I made a little hiss because it hurt! She gave me a dirty look, then continued on her tirade, pacing.
After a few minutes - because you know everyone has to stop and watch the ensuing train wreck - the manager comes back to say that the cashier had left for the day, but that she was coming back to take care of this.
SC: Well, how long is that going to fucking take?
Manager: Ma'am, please don't swear. There are children present.
SC: I DON'T FUCKING CARE! YOUR BITCH CASHIER STOLE MY MONEY AND I FUCKING WANT IT NOW!! HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO FUCKING TAKE?!
Manager: Ma'am, please!
Me *quietly to the little old lady behind me whose eyes were as wide as saucers*: I guess her mother never taught her that you get more flies with honey than you do vinegar.
I turn around to find myself face to face with the screaming SC.
SC: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY BITCH? YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT ME, BITCH?
Let it never be said that I can't think on the fly.
Me: Well, let me first point out that I'm a human and not a dog, so you can stop calling me that. And secondly, you might want to lower your voice since you're making a spectacle of yourself. And if I was talking to you, I would have addressed you. But since you felt it was okay to stick your nose in where it didn't belong, I guess your momma never taught you that you get more flies with honey than vinegar. You're going to be here a looong time if you don't cap that attitude and work with the people here *pauses to thank the cashier and take my change* If you want to talk to a bitch, I suggest you look in the mirror sometime. *cue the manager trying not to laugh as I walk away*
And the rest of the day went pretty well. Got a yummy sammich at Subway - mmmmm, meatball *cue Homer drool* and SO and I are going to see Run, Fatboy, Run in a few hours. hehe
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