Anyone else have a Sally Beauty Supply where they live?
Here, it's a pretty small store. I like to go there every so often for their freebie deals and those amazing sample sizes of deep conditioning treatments.
Today, I witnessed a level of stupidity and such lack of common sense....I'm so glad I was able to hold my tongue. The associate was barely able to hold hers.
Some woman sent her husband/boyfriend/brother/whatever, to Sally to pick stuff up for her.
What. The. Fuck.
Now, let me set the scene. This guy is not gay or in any way one of those guys who may be keen to the female ways, or shopping for himself. He was on the phone with the chick, and he was one of those red blooded hillbilly males, the outdoorsy look to him, the fake Southern accent to prove he's not a city folk....
I had been just browsing 99 cent nail polishes when I hear this obnoxious fake Southern accent (some people in Wisconsin, especially around this northern part, like to talk like "real" country folk, it sounds stupid) howling into a cell phone "Well iff yerr gonna want me to help yee, you'd better answeer yerr fucking phone!" Apparently, he had been trying to call her with questions and she didn't answer.
I'm now in line to pay, and he bothers the lady ringing me up to ask "Which one of dese are the buy one get one half off?"
She pointed and said "The three piece clip extensions" or something like that.
"Which ones, ther long ones or ther short ones?!"
She said "All of them on that wall."
She's having a time trying to ring up my little buy 6 for $10 goodies, because the code on each one was apparently wrapped into the cellophane in such a way you couldn't read the numbers, and they had to be manually entered in. (this Sally store has a very old school type of register. It even makes the old school dial up internet connection noise when you use a card to pay).
While she's trying to concentrate and do her job, JimBob the manslave keeps stopping by and asking questions. She told him there's another associate back in the hair care area who could help him, as there was a line forming behind me and the girls behind me.
Every once in a while, he darts around aisles hillbilly yammering away at his woman about how hard this is and how it's "bullshit".
I, for the life of me, can't understand why anyone would send their boyfriend or husband to a beauty supply store to get stuff for them, unless they had a specific list with specific items or coupons. Or maybe if that person knew no one else or had no family or friends to do it for her.
Sheesh. What a bad trip.
Here, it's a pretty small store. I like to go there every so often for their freebie deals and those amazing sample sizes of deep conditioning treatments.
Today, I witnessed a level of stupidity and such lack of common sense....I'm so glad I was able to hold my tongue. The associate was barely able to hold hers.
Some woman sent her husband/boyfriend/brother/whatever, to Sally to pick stuff up for her.
What. The. Fuck.
Now, let me set the scene. This guy is not gay or in any way one of those guys who may be keen to the female ways, or shopping for himself. He was on the phone with the chick, and he was one of those red blooded hillbilly males, the outdoorsy look to him, the fake Southern accent to prove he's not a city folk....
I had been just browsing 99 cent nail polishes when I hear this obnoxious fake Southern accent (some people in Wisconsin, especially around this northern part, like to talk like "real" country folk, it sounds stupid) howling into a cell phone "Well iff yerr gonna want me to help yee, you'd better answeer yerr fucking phone!" Apparently, he had been trying to call her with questions and she didn't answer.
I'm now in line to pay, and he bothers the lady ringing me up to ask "Which one of dese are the buy one get one half off?"
She pointed and said "The three piece clip extensions" or something like that.
"Which ones, ther long ones or ther short ones?!"
She said "All of them on that wall."
She's having a time trying to ring up my little buy 6 for $10 goodies, because the code on each one was apparently wrapped into the cellophane in such a way you couldn't read the numbers, and they had to be manually entered in. (this Sally store has a very old school type of register. It even makes the old school dial up internet connection noise when you use a card to pay).
While she's trying to concentrate and do her job, JimBob the manslave keeps stopping by and asking questions. She told him there's another associate back in the hair care area who could help him, as there was a line forming behind me and the girls behind me.
Every once in a while, he darts around aisles hillbilly yammering away at his woman about how hard this is and how it's "bullshit".
I, for the life of me, can't understand why anyone would send their boyfriend or husband to a beauty supply store to get stuff for them, unless they had a specific list with specific items or coupons. Or maybe if that person knew no one else or had no family or friends to do it for her.
Sheesh. What a bad trip.
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