One of the local losers, this one with a size 10 stick jammed up her size 4 ass (I'm permanently borrowing this BTW) marches up to the service desk with a silverware set and a gift receipt for said silverware set,
Receipt indicates the silverware set was purchased during last year'sThanksgiving Black Thursday/Friday extravaganza. Our computer shows the silverware was purchased for $11.99.
Because she is well outside our already too generous 120-day return policy, harpy is told she will be refunded $9.99 (lowest sale price or something like that).
She goes full Bitchzilla. She calls the service desk lady, whom I refer to as "the brick wall" a f*cking bitch and a scamming (certain ethnicity) C-bomb, among other sobriquets.
BTW, Bitchzilla's daughter is along with her and is being immersed in a sea of f-words and flipped birds.
Service desk lady pages the manager on duty for assistance. He comes down, has a little abuse heaped on him, and tells Bitchzilla to tone it down or take it out.
She chooses the latter, promising to call corporate. We are now anticipating a phone call or a sternly-worded memo in the near future, telling us we were wrong and we shouldn't argue with a customer over two dollars.
Because here at the clearance swamp, we don't kiss the customer's ass. We toss their salad.
Receipt indicates the silverware set was purchased during last year's
Because she is well outside our already too generous 120-day return policy, harpy is told she will be refunded $9.99 (lowest sale price or something like that).
She goes full Bitchzilla. She calls the service desk lady, whom I refer to as "the brick wall" a f*cking bitch and a scamming (certain ethnicity) C-bomb, among other sobriquets.
BTW, Bitchzilla's daughter is along with her and is being immersed in a sea of f-words and flipped birds.
Service desk lady pages the manager on duty for assistance. He comes down, has a little abuse heaped on him, and tells Bitchzilla to tone it down or take it out.
She chooses the latter, promising to call corporate. We are now anticipating a phone call or a sternly-worded memo in the near future, telling us we were wrong and we shouldn't argue with a customer over two dollars.
Because here at the clearance swamp, we don't kiss the customer's ass. We toss their salad.
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