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So, I recently broke down and made a trip to Walmart to get some things that our new house desperately needed before we could really live there comfortably. While there, I grabbed a few cute tops because they have a lot of them, and they always have them large enough to fit, too. Unfortunately, two of them were not the sizes their labels said they were, so I had to return them.
So I'm in the returns line on a lovely Saturday afternoon behind a half dozen other people when the next person gets called to the counter and she drags up a cart full of baby clothes.
She grabs a stack of baby clothes, most of them still folded, and tosses them up on the counter. She has no receipt. I'm thinking there's a very slim chance that she didn't grab them from inside the store, along with the clothes she actually planned on buying (well, probably stealing, since she was going to use the money from the returns).
So, the returns clerk rings up all of the "return" clothing, and miss bitch then starts pawing through the other clothes she picked up on her little shopping trip and starts deciding which ones she's actually going to buy and which ones she's going to abandon in the cart in front of the counter because being considerate is far too much work for her.
At this point, the other returns clerk has gone off shift and the baby clothes bitch is tying up the only clerk. The line doesn't move for at least ten more minutes. Finally, she runs out of money, and shoves the cart still half full of clothes out of her own way and starts off. As she's leaving, feeling all proud of her scammer skills, I give her a look and say, "About time."
She puffs up, all, "What you say?" at me, calling me names and shit, and the other people in line, who've also been waiting on her entitled ass, tell her "she can say what she wants," and the like. She's all threatening that she's going to "find me" and something or other, and I'm just ignoring her. I think she might have been hoping to stir up some racial tension against me what with the "white bitch" comments, but she found no allies in that crowd.
Once she abandoned the field, I got a couple of, "I know, right?" sort of comments from other people in line and we finally could get on with our day.
On an entirely unrelated note, the poor woman in front of me had the misfortune to buy an air mattress a week prior that had been opened before she got it, and she didn't realize it. Her first attempt to return it (to a different store) had been rebuffed due to it being open and she was hoping that taking it back to the store she had gotten it from would work out better. I let her know that they couldn't take things like that back due to health reasons, which I think made her feel less mad at the store for not taking it back, but still frustrated over the whole thing. Not sure how it worked out for her, as I was done in about two minutes and on my merry way.
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So I'm in the returns line on a lovely Saturday afternoon behind a half dozen other people when the next person gets called to the counter and she drags up a cart full of baby clothes.
She grabs a stack of baby clothes, most of them still folded, and tosses them up on the counter. She has no receipt. I'm thinking there's a very slim chance that she didn't grab them from inside the store, along with the clothes she actually planned on buying (well, probably stealing, since she was going to use the money from the returns).
So, the returns clerk rings up all of the "return" clothing, and miss bitch then starts pawing through the other clothes she picked up on her little shopping trip and starts deciding which ones she's actually going to buy and which ones she's going to abandon in the cart in front of the counter because being considerate is far too much work for her.
At this point, the other returns clerk has gone off shift and the baby clothes bitch is tying up the only clerk. The line doesn't move for at least ten more minutes. Finally, she runs out of money, and shoves the cart still half full of clothes out of her own way and starts off. As she's leaving, feeling all proud of her scammer skills, I give her a look and say, "About time."
She puffs up, all, "What you say?" at me, calling me names and shit, and the other people in line, who've also been waiting on her entitled ass, tell her "she can say what she wants," and the like. She's all threatening that she's going to "find me" and something or other, and I'm just ignoring her. I think she might have been hoping to stir up some racial tension against me what with the "white bitch" comments, but she found no allies in that crowd.
Once she abandoned the field, I got a couple of, "I know, right?" sort of comments from other people in line and we finally could get on with our day.
On an entirely unrelated note, the poor woman in front of me had the misfortune to buy an air mattress a week prior that had been opened before she got it, and she didn't realize it. Her first attempt to return it (to a different store) had been rebuffed due to it being open and she was hoping that taking it back to the store she had gotten it from would work out better. I let her know that they couldn't take things like that back due to health reasons, which I think made her feel less mad at the store for not taking it back, but still frustrated over the whole thing. Not sure how it worked out for her, as I was done in about two minutes and on my merry way.
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lol
You can't win them all, after all.
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