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I smiled, I cried, I screamed Why Me?!?
Too Much Info:
I want to take a moment to give a shout out to the lady with the DOG.
I do not need to know how you dog managed to take the handle off the drawer, or knowck your mother-fing-heavy lamp over suckseading in breaking the blub clean in half (seriously almosy perfectly around about two inches from the base it was broken) all this so he could obtain you 20$ lipstick. (instant flash of scooby-doo and bugs mixed) This is what I really wanted to tell you be I could not stiffle my giggles long enough, Drawer nobs asle 48, child safty locks same asile, you dog needs therapy....
Da Yapper:
The first sentence you spoke to me ( wich was along the lines of : I need a light bulb, like this, hands me said light bulb, to go into my light ficture. ) was enough, but apparently it was the key to opening up your flood gates. Cause you did not stop talking, I dont know where you drew the wind from but it clearly wasent your mouth. I had to inore you, because if I had to pay attention to you I would have tried to hang myself all ready.For about 20 minutes you did not breath nor did you stop. For fear of missing soemthing I started to pay attention again and I heard questions witch may or maynot have been for me, but i tried to answer but no you raised you voice over mine and continued to chat. finally as you walked away i could hear you talk about my poor service (Yes I followed you in plain sight from asile 63 to 45) Then I saw that you were trying to talk to the sports guy who only caught one word and barly managed to point you in the right direction before you sauntered off still talking. Well Lady I dont know if it was out of procasternation, bordom or the fact that by this point in time I find you admusing I phone followed you, through Tools, Housewares (where you really rattled the lady working there) Through Sesonal and somehow all the way over to automotive and through three cashes and finally you ended you journey at customer service. 45 minuted you were inside the store and you sent the whole time talking about us. (I know some people have mental issues and I not tryign to make fun of them or her, in my tired state of mine I fould it as a way to pass time)
Were Not Trying to Rip You Off:
you see that picture on the box that is suppose to give you a very good idea of whats in the fing box. This lovely couple could not find the trolly (moving cart??) they were stood in front of them and we have yellow tags to indicate which are on sale they couldnt find the one they wanted. Looking at me then at the box and then the floor repeatly is not the proper way to ask for me to take it off the shelf for you.Standing there while I struggle to lift a really heavey box down off a shlef, not offering to help a girl who looks likes she about to cry cause her finger caught and ended up gettign a chunk tooken off it. (not nice
) WHile I run off to wrape my finger in tissue and let a few tears loose, you decided to rip the box apart literly, the top flap was three feet away from the main carnage, the side of the box had a rip in it (outside in) there was not a single peice of the trolly inside the box one part was actually FOUR feet from where i left them and where the box was left to die. Well I sat on the floor in the middle of the backwall main asile and I tape that son-of-a-gun back together, every baged part was taped closed, all the metal bars were taped together and that box has a and extra three inches to it cause of the LAYERS of tape I wraped around it. I dont know why i put soem much tape on it but in the end it made me feel better and I think thats what counts at the end of the day.
Last one Promise
What The Hell??!!??
You pitch a fit to the housewear lady becuase the bathroom scales are not in the houseware section. You come back to her to bitch that there are none on the shelf (walking by me twice in the process) Only to start to bitch at me cause I done have it filled . I find some for you, I run cause my co-worker whom I suppose to be training needs help. Only to come back and find out that you had riped open all three scales (last three) took the saftey tags out of the battery for all three and turned them all on and left them scattered all over the asile. Literly people I was finding part everywhere. Why would you do that its a freeking bathroom scale on sale fo 10 bucks why? (more importantly why do I bother.....)
I think thats it for now Well except for the paint ladies that kept me at work for a half an hour after we closed.
I want to take a moment to give a shout out to the lady with the DOG.
I do not need to know how you dog managed to take the handle off the drawer, or knowck your mother-fing-heavy lamp over suckseading in breaking the blub clean in half (seriously almosy perfectly around about two inches from the base it was broken) all this so he could obtain you 20$ lipstick. (instant flash of scooby-doo and bugs mixed) This is what I really wanted to tell you be I could not stiffle my giggles long enough, Drawer nobs asle 48, child safty locks same asile, you dog needs therapy....
Da Yapper:
The first sentence you spoke to me ( wich was along the lines of : I need a light bulb, like this, hands me said light bulb, to go into my light ficture. ) was enough, but apparently it was the key to opening up your flood gates. Cause you did not stop talking, I dont know where you drew the wind from but it clearly wasent your mouth. I had to inore you, because if I had to pay attention to you I would have tried to hang myself all ready.For about 20 minutes you did not breath nor did you stop. For fear of missing soemthing I started to pay attention again and I heard questions witch may or maynot have been for me, but i tried to answer but no you raised you voice over mine and continued to chat. finally as you walked away i could hear you talk about my poor service (Yes I followed you in plain sight from asile 63 to 45) Then I saw that you were trying to talk to the sports guy who only caught one word and barly managed to point you in the right direction before you sauntered off still talking. Well Lady I dont know if it was out of procasternation, bordom or the fact that by this point in time I find you admusing I phone followed you, through Tools, Housewares (where you really rattled the lady working there) Through Sesonal and somehow all the way over to automotive and through three cashes and finally you ended you journey at customer service. 45 minuted you were inside the store and you sent the whole time talking about us. (I know some people have mental issues and I not tryign to make fun of them or her, in my tired state of mine I fould it as a way to pass time)
Were Not Trying to Rip You Off:
you see that picture on the box that is suppose to give you a very good idea of whats in the fing box. This lovely couple could not find the trolly (moving cart??) they were stood in front of them and we have yellow tags to indicate which are on sale they couldnt find the one they wanted. Looking at me then at the box and then the floor repeatly is not the proper way to ask for me to take it off the shelf for you.Standing there while I struggle to lift a really heavey box down off a shlef, not offering to help a girl who looks likes she about to cry cause her finger caught and ended up gettign a chunk tooken off it. (not nice
) WHile I run off to wrape my finger in tissue and let a few tears loose, you decided to rip the box apart literly, the top flap was three feet away from the main carnage, the side of the box had a rip in it (outside in) there was not a single peice of the trolly inside the box one part was actually FOUR feet from where i left them and where the box was left to die. Well I sat on the floor in the middle of the backwall main asile and I tape that son-of-a-gun back together, every baged part was taped closed, all the metal bars were taped together and that box has a and extra three inches to it cause of the LAYERS of tape I wraped around it. I dont know why i put soem much tape on it but in the end it made me feel better and I think thats what counts at the end of the day.Last one Promise
What The Hell??!!??
You pitch a fit to the housewear lady becuase the bathroom scales are not in the houseware section. You come back to her to bitch that there are none on the shelf (walking by me twice in the process) Only to start to bitch at me cause I done have it filled . I find some for you, I run cause my co-worker whom I suppose to be training needs help. Only to come back and find out that you had riped open all three scales (last three) took the saftey tags out of the battery for all three and turned them all on and left them scattered all over the asile. Literly people I was finding part everywhere. Why would you do that its a freeking bathroom scale on sale fo 10 bucks why? (more importantly why do I bother.....)
I think thats it for now Well except for the paint ladies that kept me at work for a half an hour after we closed.
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