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I've been meaning to get on here and post this, but it's been hectic here. Anyway,
last Saturday we adopted a kitten from our local Petco - they work with the local shelters here and have all kinds of nice kitties. My story is not about the adoption or the Petco people, but the Puta and her husband in line in front of me.
We had to go out to find an ATM machine to pay cash for the adoption fee, as Petco would ONLY take cash, and it was snowing outside. I ran into the Petco with the cash to pick up the kitten while DH and DD were waiting in the car. There was no one else in the store.
No one except Princess Poochie and her husband (and two dogs). I call her Princess Poochie because she had the perfectly permed blonde hair, a floor length fur coat, and a huge diamond ring with the whole complete manicure and perfect makeup. Furry boots (the ones that look like a Yeti) and a Coach bag completed the ensemble. Princess. Yup.
Princess Poochie and her entourage were in line in front of me at the checkout. By the time she was done with her order, I was ready to murder her. Literally.
First, she comes up to the register and is dilly dallying around because she can't find her Petco card. The cashier was really patient with her and was able to find her in the system using her phone number. Princess Poochie paid for the one item she was purchasing - I think it came to a whopping .09 - and then her husband came up with a 50 lb bag of dog food and her two dogs. And of course, he got there with the dog food AFTER she had checked out. So the whole process had to start again, while Princess Poochie stood there and whined about how everything was so expensive.
The cashier has to go through the whole search again for the Petco card, and she just gets done ringing the transaction when Princess Poochie whips out a coupon after it's totalled - cashier has to fix. Then, she stands there at the end of the transaction and tells the cashier that she was supposed to get a free mug with her dog food purchase.
Uh oh, the cashier doesn't know where the mugs are. She has to page the manager. The manager finds the mugs under the register counter.
Uh oh, there are no mugs with dogs on them. Only cats. Crisis!
The cashier and manager dig and dig for mugs and find one with a Pug on it. Princess Poochie pouts and whines.. "But that's not like myyyyyy dog". Manager says "I'm sorry Ma'am, those are the only choices we have". Princess Poochie says, "Well, can't you check under ALLLLLL the registers? I wannnt one like myyyy dog.."
At this point, I'm ready to grab her by the throat and yell, "It's a FREE mug! Just take what they give you and GO!"
She decides she'll have to settle for the one with the pug, and then goes to leave. Then she stops because she spotted another mug near the register (not one of the freebies) and starts to whine that THAT one is like her dog and why can't she have that one? The manager tells her those are not part of the promo and she starts to go into the whole song and dance about poor customer service and how the customer is always right and they should just give her what she wants to keep her as a customer.
The husband starts to tell her they have to get going, so Princess pouts and decides she'll just keep the pug mug. But wait! The poor Petco employee forgot to give her poochies dog biscuits, so that ends up in another poor customer service tirade.
Finally they get the dog biscuits and head for the door. On the way out, Princess Poochie leans over and smacks the heck out of her one dog, yelling that he was bad. Honestly, the dog didn't do anything. I think the woman was just a b--ch.
I had to wait in line for over 20 minutes for her to finish with her stupid free mug and dog biscuits. It took me only 5 - yep, 5 minutes to pay for the kitten adoption fee, get the kitten in a box, and take it home.
I hope she stepped in a big pile of boxer poo when she got home.
(that was the dog she had with her that she smacked).
last Saturday we adopted a kitten from our local Petco - they work with the local shelters here and have all kinds of nice kitties. My story is not about the adoption or the Petco people, but the Puta and her husband in line in front of me.
We had to go out to find an ATM machine to pay cash for the adoption fee, as Petco would ONLY take cash, and it was snowing outside. I ran into the Petco with the cash to pick up the kitten while DH and DD were waiting in the car. There was no one else in the store.
No one except Princess Poochie and her husband (and two dogs). I call her Princess Poochie because she had the perfectly permed blonde hair, a floor length fur coat, and a huge diamond ring with the whole complete manicure and perfect makeup. Furry boots (the ones that look like a Yeti) and a Coach bag completed the ensemble. Princess. Yup.
Princess Poochie and her entourage were in line in front of me at the checkout. By the time she was done with her order, I was ready to murder her. Literally.
First, she comes up to the register and is dilly dallying around because she can't find her Petco card. The cashier was really patient with her and was able to find her in the system using her phone number. Princess Poochie paid for the one item she was purchasing - I think it came to a whopping .09 - and then her husband came up with a 50 lb bag of dog food and her two dogs. And of course, he got there with the dog food AFTER she had checked out. So the whole process had to start again, while Princess Poochie stood there and whined about how everything was so expensive.
The cashier has to go through the whole search again for the Petco card, and she just gets done ringing the transaction when Princess Poochie whips out a coupon after it's totalled - cashier has to fix. Then, she stands there at the end of the transaction and tells the cashier that she was supposed to get a free mug with her dog food purchase.
Uh oh, the cashier doesn't know where the mugs are. She has to page the manager. The manager finds the mugs under the register counter.
Uh oh, there are no mugs with dogs on them. Only cats. Crisis!
The cashier and manager dig and dig for mugs and find one with a Pug on it. Princess Poochie pouts and whines.. "But that's not like myyyyyy dog". Manager says "I'm sorry Ma'am, those are the only choices we have". Princess Poochie says, "Well, can't you check under ALLLLLL the registers? I wannnt one like myyyy dog.."
At this point, I'm ready to grab her by the throat and yell, "It's a FREE mug! Just take what they give you and GO!"
She decides she'll have to settle for the one with the pug, and then goes to leave. Then she stops because she spotted another mug near the register (not one of the freebies) and starts to whine that THAT one is like her dog and why can't she have that one? The manager tells her those are not part of the promo and she starts to go into the whole song and dance about poor customer service and how the customer is always right and they should just give her what she wants to keep her as a customer.
The husband starts to tell her they have to get going, so Princess pouts and decides she'll just keep the pug mug. But wait! The poor Petco employee forgot to give her poochies dog biscuits, so that ends up in another poor customer service tirade.
Finally they get the dog biscuits and head for the door. On the way out, Princess Poochie leans over and smacks the heck out of her one dog, yelling that he was bad. Honestly, the dog didn't do anything. I think the woman was just a b--ch.
I had to wait in line for over 20 minutes for her to finish with her stupid free mug and dog biscuits. It took me only 5 - yep, 5 minutes to pay for the kitten adoption fee, get the kitten in a box, and take it home.
I hope she stepped in a big pile of boxer poo when she got home.
(that was the dog she had with her that she smacked).
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