Unrelated stories, though.
Friday evening, I went to the mall to find some blazers or looser fitting overshirts so that I can still wear my cute summer shirts underneath and not have to cave into this premature late fall weather.
Anyway, I got a really good deal, so I figured I'd shop around a little more. I made the dire mistake of walking into Younkers (about the same as Macy's).
Of course I didn't find anything cute or that I liked, but my nosy radar was going off and I heard a woman raising her voice, so I crept closer and decided to eavesdrop, but pretend I was looking at clothes, like holding them up next to me and compare colors, etc.
I didn't get the entire story on this......cow of a woman, but apparently she had seen an ad in the paper that was some kind of percent off or some dollar amount off. I'm not sure if she even bought anything, because the times I was brave enough to glance over at the customer service desk to get a good look at her, I didn't see any merchandise, at least not laying on the counter. Oh, wait...she must have, she starts screaming that it's supposed to be 60some dollars, it rings up at 70something.
She wasn't getting her way, so she started with the hoity toity "Well listen here, I'm going to call my HUSBAND and we are going to get this sorted out, mmmmmmmmmkay?" and the associate looked about like she wanted to punch the bitch.
So the bitch gets on her cell phone and her voice gets even louder (don't you love people like that?). "HONEY I am at Younkers and this WOMAN is not giving me the price it should be! Remember that ad in the paper? YES, you do. I KNOW you DO. It's right inside the DAMN PAPER! For YOOOOOUNNNNNKERRRRSSSS! Well, this ASSOCIATE won't give it to me for the advertised price, and she CLAIMS that she has no idea about this AD in the PAAAAAPERRR! WHAAAAAT?! You're BUSSSSY? Well I NEEED you to come down here with the AD! WHA WHA.....WHAAA? Well can't ONE OF THE KIDS bring it down here?! Well they'll KNOW what PAPER IT ISSSSSS!"
After that, I was so tired of hearing her overly dramatic emphasis on every other word and her attitude that I just had to leave. I felt awful for the poor associates. It would seem to me that that ad probably doesn't exist.
And for the other story. Reason #.....I don't even know which reason, why I absolutely hate children.
I'm at the gym yesterday. I'm done working out, just going to use the potty and get my stuff out of my locker, let my hair down, and leave.
I get into the locker room and hear little girls screaming. Two of them. As I walk towards the potty, two little girls, probably 8-10, in their bathing suits, chasing one another, came thisclose to bashing in to me. I was rude and said "Say EXCUSE ME next time!" and went into a stall and did my thing.
While I was in there, they were trying to slide on the floor because it was wet from other people coming back in from the pool. I nearly smacked one of them as I opened the door back out when I was done going to the bathroom.
I head to the sink to wash my hands, meanwhile the brats have gone back into the locker area for another round of tag or whatever.
Then as I'm taking my hair out of my ponytail and checking myself out, they are running back to the sinks and vigorously pushing the foam soap so that it's going all over the counter tops of the sinks, and then they start having a foam soap fight. I turn around and glare at them. It didn't work so well.
They quit doing that, but then they ran BACK AGAIN into the locker area, where they start feeling around for open lockers, and open and slam the doors shut of every one that isn't locked.
No parent or any other person was in the locker room. What's even worse, on my way out, I tried to see if anyone was manning the front desk, and no one was there.
Great.
Friday evening, I went to the mall to find some blazers or looser fitting overshirts so that I can still wear my cute summer shirts underneath and not have to cave into this premature late fall weather.
Anyway, I got a really good deal, so I figured I'd shop around a little more. I made the dire mistake of walking into Younkers (about the same as Macy's).
Of course I didn't find anything cute or that I liked, but my nosy radar was going off and I heard a woman raising her voice, so I crept closer and decided to eavesdrop, but pretend I was looking at clothes, like holding them up next to me and compare colors, etc.
I didn't get the entire story on this......cow of a woman, but apparently she had seen an ad in the paper that was some kind of percent off or some dollar amount off. I'm not sure if she even bought anything, because the times I was brave enough to glance over at the customer service desk to get a good look at her, I didn't see any merchandise, at least not laying on the counter. Oh, wait...she must have, she starts screaming that it's supposed to be 60some dollars, it rings up at 70something.
She wasn't getting her way, so she started with the hoity toity "Well listen here, I'm going to call my HUSBAND and we are going to get this sorted out, mmmmmmmmmkay?" and the associate looked about like she wanted to punch the bitch.
So the bitch gets on her cell phone and her voice gets even louder (don't you love people like that?). "HONEY I am at Younkers and this WOMAN is not giving me the price it should be! Remember that ad in the paper? YES, you do. I KNOW you DO. It's right inside the DAMN PAPER! For YOOOOOUNNNNNKERRRRSSSS! Well, this ASSOCIATE won't give it to me for the advertised price, and she CLAIMS that she has no idea about this AD in the PAAAAAPERRR! WHAAAAAT?! You're BUSSSSY? Well I NEEED you to come down here with the AD! WHA WHA.....WHAAA? Well can't ONE OF THE KIDS bring it down here?! Well they'll KNOW what PAPER IT ISSSSSS!"
After that, I was so tired of hearing her overly dramatic emphasis on every other word and her attitude that I just had to leave. I felt awful for the poor associates. It would seem to me that that ad probably doesn't exist.
And for the other story. Reason #.....I don't even know which reason, why I absolutely hate children.
I'm at the gym yesterday. I'm done working out, just going to use the potty and get my stuff out of my locker, let my hair down, and leave.
I get into the locker room and hear little girls screaming. Two of them. As I walk towards the potty, two little girls, probably 8-10, in their bathing suits, chasing one another, came thisclose to bashing in to me. I was rude and said "Say EXCUSE ME next time!" and went into a stall and did my thing.
While I was in there, they were trying to slide on the floor because it was wet from other people coming back in from the pool. I nearly smacked one of them as I opened the door back out when I was done going to the bathroom.
I head to the sink to wash my hands, meanwhile the brats have gone back into the locker area for another round of tag or whatever.
Then as I'm taking my hair out of my ponytail and checking myself out, they are running back to the sinks and vigorously pushing the foam soap so that it's going all over the counter tops of the sinks, and then they start having a foam soap fight. I turn around and glare at them. It didn't work so well.
They quit doing that, but then they ran BACK AGAIN into the locker area, where they start feeling around for open lockers, and open and slam the doors shut of every one that isn't locked.
No parent or any other person was in the locker room. What's even worse, on my way out, I tried to see if anyone was manning the front desk, and no one was there.
Great.
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