Had a few today.
Cheaper at Walmart? GASP!
Yes, he came back today. Three fucking times. First was to return the box set that he bought because, "Well I can get it at Walmart for cheaper new!" He huffs and puffs about how long the return is taking.
He comes back again just for sake of arguing with ASM about which game is better, Blue Dragon or Need for Speed: Pro Street. Which doesn't make any sense considering they're nowhere near the same type of game. ASM doesn't argue back so much as repeat, "Whatever, man. Okay. Okay. Mmhmm." ND gets the idea and, with both of us wondering what the point in him coming back in to do that was, he walks out.
Third time's the charm, unless your name is Nasal Douche. He comes back in, buys 1600 xbox points, and complains because we're not charging tax on it like Walmart is. Yes, he complains. Which is strange to me because he complained about something being more expensive than Walmart earlier. I call him out on this. He huffs and puffs loud enough that I'm almost afraid he's having an asthma attack, but instead of collapsing in a fit of asphyxiation, he grabs his bag and leaves.
Repeating yourself is not going to change the answer, especially when it's the answer you WANT to hear.
Phone call. Asking about the 360s. I tell her we have the arcade, with no hard drive but a 256mb memory card, the elite, with a 120gig hard drive, and the special edition Halo 360, with a 20gig hard drive. What does she ask me four fucking times after I tell her this?
You guess it. "So do you guys have any with the hard drive?" Congratulations, you either need a hearing aid or for someone to reverse that lobotomy.
Wiis, the cornerstones of American civilization.
BF: bitchface, I will kill her.
Me: Nngh.
BF: Do you guys have any Wiis today?
Me: No, we got our shipment yesterday.
BF: Well you guys were supposed to get six (really, you can mindread our incoming inventory?!) but you only got three yesterday and I was number four so I didn't get one.
Me: Not expecting any today.
BF: When will you get the other three in?
Me: I don't know, we got all we were going to get for this week in yesterday, they've never sent us more than one shipment in a week's time period.
BF: Well apparently I know more than you do, because you're getting three more in this week, wow I know that and I don't even work here!
Thank you for that, Bitchface. I'll make sure not to call the number you left, because if we did get any in today, which we didn't, I sure as hell wasn't going to let you get your hands on one. Here's an idea: don't fuck up your chances of getting a hard to find system by being a complete sarcastic bitchface to the employees.
The Return policy, as always, is on the receipt.
Dear Old Hag,
Thanks for rolling your eyes and grunting loudly at me when I wouldn't do a return on your four dollar gameboy adapter because your receipt was dated for this same time last year. Oh, and by the way, no matter how angrily you say, "I'll just go to your other store!" at me, they're not going to do it either.
Sigh. Well at least I have tomorrow off.
Cheaper at Walmart? GASP!
Yes, he came back today. Three fucking times. First was to return the box set that he bought because, "Well I can get it at Walmart for cheaper new!" He huffs and puffs about how long the return is taking.
He comes back again just for sake of arguing with ASM about which game is better, Blue Dragon or Need for Speed: Pro Street. Which doesn't make any sense considering they're nowhere near the same type of game. ASM doesn't argue back so much as repeat, "Whatever, man. Okay. Okay. Mmhmm." ND gets the idea and, with both of us wondering what the point in him coming back in to do that was, he walks out.
Third time's the charm, unless your name is Nasal Douche. He comes back in, buys 1600 xbox points, and complains because we're not charging tax on it like Walmart is. Yes, he complains. Which is strange to me because he complained about something being more expensive than Walmart earlier. I call him out on this. He huffs and puffs loud enough that I'm almost afraid he's having an asthma attack, but instead of collapsing in a fit of asphyxiation, he grabs his bag and leaves.
Repeating yourself is not going to change the answer, especially when it's the answer you WANT to hear.
Phone call. Asking about the 360s. I tell her we have the arcade, with no hard drive but a 256mb memory card, the elite, with a 120gig hard drive, and the special edition Halo 360, with a 20gig hard drive. What does she ask me four fucking times after I tell her this?
You guess it. "So do you guys have any with the hard drive?" Congratulations, you either need a hearing aid or for someone to reverse that lobotomy.
Wiis, the cornerstones of American civilization.
BF: bitchface, I will kill her.
Me: Nngh.
BF: Do you guys have any Wiis today?
Me: No, we got our shipment yesterday.
BF: Well you guys were supposed to get six (really, you can mindread our incoming inventory?!) but you only got three yesterday and I was number four so I didn't get one.
Me: Not expecting any today.
BF: When will you get the other three in?
Me: I don't know, we got all we were going to get for this week in yesterday, they've never sent us more than one shipment in a week's time period.
BF: Well apparently I know more than you do, because you're getting three more in this week, wow I know that and I don't even work here!
Thank you for that, Bitchface. I'll make sure not to call the number you left, because if we did get any in today, which we didn't, I sure as hell wasn't going to let you get your hands on one. Here's an idea: don't fuck up your chances of getting a hard to find system by being a complete sarcastic bitchface to the employees.
The Return policy, as always, is on the receipt.
Dear Old Hag,
Thanks for rolling your eyes and grunting loudly at me when I wouldn't do a return on your four dollar gameboy adapter because your receipt was dated for this same time last year. Oh, and by the way, no matter how angrily you say, "I'll just go to your other store!" at me, they're not going to do it either.
Sigh. Well at least I have tomorrow off.