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That somebody would be me. 
Not an official ruining of Christmas, but today while working in toys I overheard some woman ask one of the floor people if we had a toy identified only as a slinky dog. This doesn't fit the description of anything we currently sell or have sold in the past, so floor person tells her we don't have it.
Woman then finds me and asks me if we have slinky dogs. I also tell her we don't. She huffs "this store never has anything I want!" and stomps off. I am told she asked at least a third person if we carried the slinky dog.
It may be true we don't sell anything that woman wants, but we do sell things she needs. Stuff like Midol, laxatives, duct tape (to go over her mouth), a stunning array of mood-altering drugs (by prescription only) and various implements that can be used to remove the stick from her ass.
Later on I'm making a trip to the little boy's room. I encounter a guy with his foot in a walking boot and on crutches, howling "This f
-ing store never helps you with anything!" as his wife/girlfriend/friend with benefits/baby mama stands by with a wheelchair begging him to be quiet and just sit down in it. Girl, you're so lucky.
After doing a couple other things I'm returning to toys, and goodie! it looks like Mr. Crabbypants is wheeling his way over to the aisle I'm going to be working in. He lingers there for a while and then snarls "I've had it with this place. I wanna go to Wally World."
You might wish to rethink that, dude. Wally World is a fairly uncivilized place, and your foot in that boot signals weakness. There will most likely be fisticuffs to decide who gets to keep your ears as a trophy.
Not an official ruining of Christmas, but today while working in toys I overheard some woman ask one of the floor people if we had a toy identified only as a slinky dog. This doesn't fit the description of anything we currently sell or have sold in the past, so floor person tells her we don't have it.
Woman then finds me and asks me if we have slinky dogs. I also tell her we don't. She huffs "this store never has anything I want!" and stomps off. I am told she asked at least a third person if we carried the slinky dog.
It may be true we don't sell anything that woman wants, but we do sell things she needs. Stuff like Midol, laxatives, duct tape (to go over her mouth), a stunning array of mood-altering drugs (by prescription only) and various implements that can be used to remove the stick from her ass.
Later on I'm making a trip to the little boy's room. I encounter a guy with his foot in a walking boot and on crutches, howling "This f
-ing store never helps you with anything!" as his wife/girlfriend/friend with benefits/baby mama stands by with a wheelchair begging him to be quiet and just sit down in it. Girl, you're so lucky.After doing a couple other things I'm returning to toys, and goodie! it looks like Mr. Crabbypants is wheeling his way over to the aisle I'm going to be working in. He lingers there for a while and then snarls "I've had it with this place. I wanna go to Wally World."
You might wish to rethink that, dude. Wally World is a fairly uncivilized place, and your foot in that boot signals weakness. There will most likely be fisticuffs to decide who gets to keep your ears as a trophy.
I AM the evil bastard!
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