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But not by the same person. I think.
Lemme set the scene for you: I'm up at the service desk with a duplicate receipt for this decorative storage chest I had to carry out, and I need the duplicate receipt checked and signed off upon by the lady working the desk. There are two people in line at the service desk. First is a large-ish black lady returning some articles of clothing. Behind her is an elderly white lady.
For some reason, black lady's returns aren't going well. Every item is coming up as already returned in the register, and service desk lady cannot just override this. So this obligates black lady to go digging through her purse to produce some crumpled little balls of paper that turn out to be receipts from the store, and thus they need to be unfolded and checked.
I'm standing by the desk, waiting patiently, when my nostrils get assaulted by the tell-tale sulfurous stench of old person fart. And these farts tend to hang around and make themselves at home for awhile.
Wanting to spare my nose, and wanting to not keep somebody waiting much longer for their chest, I say to service desk lady "Ummm, when you get a moment, can you please check this receipt here?" Store policy mandates I get these receipts checked before I can deliver an item to somebody. LP watches us through the cameras to make sure we are doing this. Even if they don't happen to be watching, I could still be turned in by somebody else for not getting the receipt checked, and I would get a talking-to from management and the narc would get a nice, shiny orange shrink bracelet.
Black lady then pipes up. "You can wait. She'll get to you when she has time. I bet you wouldn't be trying to rush her if I was white."
Service desk lady chimes in. "That isn't true, he has to do this. Irv, I'll be right with you." Mind you I am still stuck in the gas chamber of the elderly lady's flatulence.
Finally, service desk lady gets fed up and calls down a manager to figure out what's going on with the black lady's return. While she's waiting, she checks my receipt, signs off on it, and out the doors I go.
Lemme set the scene for you: I'm up at the service desk with a duplicate receipt for this decorative storage chest I had to carry out, and I need the duplicate receipt checked and signed off upon by the lady working the desk. There are two people in line at the service desk. First is a large-ish black lady returning some articles of clothing. Behind her is an elderly white lady.
For some reason, black lady's returns aren't going well. Every item is coming up as already returned in the register, and service desk lady cannot just override this. So this obligates black lady to go digging through her purse to produce some crumpled little balls of paper that turn out to be receipts from the store, and thus they need to be unfolded and checked.
I'm standing by the desk, waiting patiently, when my nostrils get assaulted by the tell-tale sulfurous stench of old person fart. And these farts tend to hang around and make themselves at home for awhile.
Wanting to spare my nose, and wanting to not keep somebody waiting much longer for their chest, I say to service desk lady "Ummm, when you get a moment, can you please check this receipt here?" Store policy mandates I get these receipts checked before I can deliver an item to somebody. LP watches us through the cameras to make sure we are doing this. Even if they don't happen to be watching, I could still be turned in by somebody else for not getting the receipt checked, and I would get a talking-to from management and the narc would get a nice, shiny orange shrink bracelet.
Black lady then pipes up. "You can wait. She'll get to you when she has time. I bet you wouldn't be trying to rush her if I was white."
Service desk lady chimes in. "That isn't true, he has to do this. Irv, I'll be right with you." Mind you I am still stuck in the gas chamber of the elderly lady's flatulence.
Finally, service desk lady gets fed up and calls down a manager to figure out what's going on with the black lady's return. While she's waiting, she checks my receipt, signs off on it, and out the doors I go.
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