So I come in, get my float, proceed to checkouts and count in my float. Normal day. Today however, has been a public service strike, which means almost all teachers, civil servants, doctors, nurses- anyone who works for the state, however loosely- is free to go shopping! (after they do their hours picketing!) 15 mile tailbacks from cars heading to Northern Ireland. Anyway, busier than I've ever seen it- cue irate customers. I'd barely been on the shopfloor 5 minutes when a woman dodges a massive queue to storm over to me when I'm CLEARLY in the middle of something to exchange a faulty umbrella for her. (So the cheapest umbrella in the store- about $3 miraculously didn't work in the driving rain and gale force winds outside..and you want a fresh one. Of the same one. Figures) I tell her politely that she'll have to go to the customer servive desk upstairs.
SC: *rollseyes* Well is there a queue upstairs???
Excuse me while I just look through the ceiling for you! Am I there? No. How the HELL would I know?
Not only did you skip the 18 or so people in line for your exchange I can't do, you want to repeat that upstairs? I hope there was an unbelievable queue. Ughhh!
SC: *rollseyes* Well is there a queue upstairs???
Excuse me while I just look through the ceiling for you! Am I there? No. How the HELL would I know?
Not only did you skip the 18 or so people in line for your exchange I can't do, you want to repeat that upstairs? I hope there was an unbelievable queue. Ughhh!


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