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Tonight I went to finish some Christmas shopping for my sister and her family. I ended up at Family Dollar for some gag stocking stuffers - kid PDAs and cell phones for my teenage niece and nephew as well as some other stuffs for them.
As I'm checking out, in walks someone who has an item that makes the alarm go off. He doesn't care the alarm is going off, and just stands there like a moron wondering why there are noises and lights. Finally as cashier gets him to move forward so he can be helped.
Turns out he has a TracFone or something like that. I couldn't tell. He wanted to return it, but couldn't because of corporate policy. The guy gets mad and demands his money back. The cashier tells him he will need to speak to the manager tomorrow because she has the final say.
As I'm walking out, the guy decides to push over a display of Christmas ornaments, and I'm pretty sure I heard some breaking. I've had a rather shitty day and someone acting like a jerk just gets me.
Me: Smooth move, guy.
Jerk: Shut up beech! (yes, just like I typed it. Did I mention he looked Middle Eastern?) You pick up. You make mess, beech!
Me: Excuse me? I don't think so. You walked in here, acted like an idiot and made a mess. The only one who did this was you. I think you'd better clean that up and pay for what you broke before they call the police.
Clerk: (on the phone) Sir you will have to clean it up.
Jerk: No! Beech make mess, not me! See?! *kicks already broken ornament*
Me: Really? *becoming rather amused, then turns to the cashier who helped me* Say, you have security cameras, right? *clerk nods vigorously*
About that time, a squad car pulls up, lights flashing. The guy makes a run for it - right into the police officer. I'm standing aside, waiting to go, but suspect that I might have to stay and lean against the counter. The guy starts yelling in his native language, pointing at me, at the phone in his hand and struggling. The offier drags him out to the car, then comes in to find out what happened and review the tapes.
After about half an hour, hubby calls to see where I am and I tell him that I'm a bit busy, I'll be home soon.
It ended with the guy being taken away for destruction of property and causing a public disturbance. The cashier offered to let me have something on them, but since it was already late, I got a voucher for something at a later visit.
As I'm checking out, in walks someone who has an item that makes the alarm go off. He doesn't care the alarm is going off, and just stands there like a moron wondering why there are noises and lights. Finally as cashier gets him to move forward so he can be helped.
Turns out he has a TracFone or something like that. I couldn't tell. He wanted to return it, but couldn't because of corporate policy. The guy gets mad and demands his money back. The cashier tells him he will need to speak to the manager tomorrow because she has the final say.
As I'm walking out, the guy decides to push over a display of Christmas ornaments, and I'm pretty sure I heard some breaking. I've had a rather shitty day and someone acting like a jerk just gets me.
Me: Smooth move, guy.
Jerk: Shut up beech! (yes, just like I typed it. Did I mention he looked Middle Eastern?) You pick up. You make mess, beech!
Me: Excuse me? I don't think so. You walked in here, acted like an idiot and made a mess. The only one who did this was you. I think you'd better clean that up and pay for what you broke before they call the police.
Clerk: (on the phone) Sir you will have to clean it up.
Jerk: No! Beech make mess, not me! See?! *kicks already broken ornament*
Me: Really? *becoming rather amused, then turns to the cashier who helped me* Say, you have security cameras, right? *clerk nods vigorously*
About that time, a squad car pulls up, lights flashing. The guy makes a run for it - right into the police officer. I'm standing aside, waiting to go, but suspect that I might have to stay and lean against the counter. The guy starts yelling in his native language, pointing at me, at the phone in his hand and struggling. The offier drags him out to the car, then comes in to find out what happened and review the tapes.
After about half an hour, hubby calls to see where I am and I tell him that I'm a bit busy, I'll be home soon.
It ended with the guy being taken away for destruction of property and causing a public disturbance. The cashier offered to let me have something on them, but since it was already late, I got a voucher for something at a later visit.
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