Oooookay.
So I'm in a certain Mart of Wal a few days ago on a day I was lucky to have off. I'm walking around in the computer games area, (Love the stuff.) looking at the various things they have. An old man walks up to me. He's apparently the sort of old man who mumbles and has liverspots and crouches and uses a cane and all that. The stereotypical variation of elderly human. I am overstaying my time in the computer area and have to rush back to meet my ride in mere moments, so I can't stay and chat with this guy.
Old Man.
Me.
Random lady.
Man: Cameras?
Me: ... ._O' ... um ... wat. (I like to spell it that way in a case of genuine WTF confusion.)
Man: Where are your cameras?
Me: I'm actually not sure myself. Gotta be around here somewhere though.
Man: ... Cameras?
Me: ... I still don't know where they are. Try asking someone who works here?
Man: Where are they?
Me: Not sure.
Man: Why not? You work here!
Me: I don't. What makes you think that?
Man: You're not dressed like a slob!
Me: Why um, thank you my good sir; I appreciate that, I suppose...
Man: So how about you be a good little girl (WTF?! In what universe would he think I'm a ...) and tell me where the cameras are.
Me: I don't know. I'm sorry but I still don't know. Perhaps find someone in the blue vests who works here? They can tell you. I kind of have to go. I get up and start to leave.
Random Lady: You work here, man! You should tell him where they are!
Man: Where are the cameras?
Me: I ... ... G'haa! I have no idea! I don't work here! *Starts to creep away from everything*
Random Lady: What is with you Wallypeople, never wanting to help a poor soul out. I swear.
Me: But I DON'T Work here!
Random Lady: So now you're trying to cover your 4$$? Typical.
Man: Oh, maybe you know where the cameras are? (He was talking to ME.)
Me: O_O' ... ... *Blazes over to the Electronics service desk and PLEADS with them to tell me where the Cameras are.*
(Aside) Man: Maybe you know. Cameras?
Random Lady: Oh hell no,, I don't work here. *Does a snide turn and walks away with her cart*
Me: (Genuinely WTF'd out.) Cameras are (apparently) in the next aisle...
Man: Where?
Me: ... I'm not sure I know myself.
Man: Okay. *Walks in the opposite direction, out of the electronics department.
Me: ... Of course. Of course he walks away from it.
Salesman: Yeah, they do that sometimes. :-/
Me: I'll bet. ._.' Sorry...
Salesman: *Laughs* I wouldn't think too hard about it.
So I'm in a certain Mart of Wal a few days ago on a day I was lucky to have off. I'm walking around in the computer games area, (Love the stuff.) looking at the various things they have. An old man walks up to me. He's apparently the sort of old man who mumbles and has liverspots and crouches and uses a cane and all that. The stereotypical variation of elderly human. I am overstaying my time in the computer area and have to rush back to meet my ride in mere moments, so I can't stay and chat with this guy.
Old Man.
Me.
Random lady.
Man: Cameras?
Me: ... ._O' ... um ... wat. (I like to spell it that way in a case of genuine WTF confusion.)
Man: Where are your cameras?
Me: I'm actually not sure myself. Gotta be around here somewhere though.
Man: ... Cameras?
Me: ... I still don't know where they are. Try asking someone who works here?
Man: Where are they?
Me: Not sure.
Man: Why not? You work here!
Me: I don't. What makes you think that?
Man: You're not dressed like a slob!
Me: Why um, thank you my good sir; I appreciate that, I suppose...
Man: So how about you be a good little girl (WTF?! In what universe would he think I'm a ...) and tell me where the cameras are.
Me: I don't know. I'm sorry but I still don't know. Perhaps find someone in the blue vests who works here? They can tell you. I kind of have to go. I get up and start to leave.
Random Lady: You work here, man! You should tell him where they are!
Man: Where are the cameras?
Me: I ... ... G'haa! I have no idea! I don't work here! *Starts to creep away from everything*
Random Lady: What is with you Wallypeople, never wanting to help a poor soul out. I swear.
Me: But I DON'T Work here!
Random Lady: So now you're trying to cover your 4$$? Typical.
Man: Oh, maybe you know where the cameras are? (He was talking to ME.)
Me: O_O' ... ... *Blazes over to the Electronics service desk and PLEADS with them to tell me where the Cameras are.*
(Aside) Man: Maybe you know. Cameras?
Random Lady: Oh hell no,, I don't work here. *Does a snide turn and walks away with her cart*
Me: (Genuinely WTF'd out.) Cameras are (apparently) in the next aisle...
Man: Where?
Me: ... I'm not sure I know myself.

Man: Okay. *Walks in the opposite direction, out of the electronics department.
Me: ... Of course. Of course he walks away from it.
Salesman: Yeah, they do that sometimes. :-/
Me: I'll bet. ._.' Sorry...
Salesman: *Laughs* I wouldn't think too hard about it.

...that's the worst kind of torture. at least you made it out alive and caught your ride...
I AM the evil bastard!
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