It was stupid day at the game store, complete with lost receipts and entitlement whores. Because what would a work day be without an entitlement whore?
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Kid brings a codebreaker back. Says, "I didn't like it, the codes weren't good, can I get my money back? I bought it an hour ago but I lost my receipt."
This kid is around ten and in no danger of being an honor roll student. His jaw is slack, he has a listless look in his beady eyes, and he couldn't seem to remember his name when asked.
"Son," asks his father. "Where did you put the receipt? All we did was go to Subway."
"I don't know," he replied. "I had it on the table at Subway, and then I don't know!"
...Yeah? I think he ate it.
Fucking CELL PHONES?!
We're located right next to a cell phone store, as I think I've mentioned before. Guy comes in, losing his damn mind about his bill, pitching a fit, throwing the biggest tantrum ever. Nearly knocked a gondola over making dramatic hand motions. This simultaneously pisses me off and amuses me, because it is freakin' hilarious, but at the same time, if he knocks something over, I will explode.
He concludes his rampage by screaming something about cell phones and life savings or something stupid like that. Looks at me, and asks, "And what are you going to do about it?!"
"Well, it depends. Are you done?" I reply.
"Well...yeah."
"Good," I say, "Because the cell phone place is next door."
Numbers are your Friend
Me: Mm.
NM: Number moron
NM: Okay, so these two games. One is $17.99 and the other is $9.99. Which one's cheaper?
Me:
The Entitlement Whore, Who Will Never Be My Coworker
SM: store manager
EW: Entitlement whore
EW: Hey, yeah, can I have an application?
SM: Here you go. -hands it over
EW: Do you mind if I fill it out here?
SM: -noting the lack of counterspace because it was covered in marketing, the lack of standing space because we were busy, and also noting that one of his pet peeves is people filling out applications in store- Well, man, why don't you just take it home and fill it out there, that way you can bring it back when we're a little less busy and I can actually talk to you.
EW: ....I want your boss's number.
SM:
May I ask why?
EW: Because you won't let me fill it out here and that's not fair to me!
SM: Oh! Oh, gladly. Here, here's his office number. Be sure to call him first thing in the morning and tell him all about the problem.
EW: Humph!
Another customer who I was helping heard the exchange along with me, turned to me and asked, "What is that guy retarded or something?"
All aboard the ship of fail, where nobody wins even though they all seem to think they did just because they dropped trow and showed their asses.
Questionable Nutrition
Kid brings a codebreaker back. Says, "I didn't like it, the codes weren't good, can I get my money back? I bought it an hour ago but I lost my receipt."
This kid is around ten and in no danger of being an honor roll student. His jaw is slack, he has a listless look in his beady eyes, and he couldn't seem to remember his name when asked.
"Son," asks his father. "Where did you put the receipt? All we did was go to Subway."
"I don't know," he replied. "I had it on the table at Subway, and then I don't know!"
...Yeah? I think he ate it.
Fucking CELL PHONES?!
We're located right next to a cell phone store, as I think I've mentioned before. Guy comes in, losing his damn mind about his bill, pitching a fit, throwing the biggest tantrum ever. Nearly knocked a gondola over making dramatic hand motions. This simultaneously pisses me off and amuses me, because it is freakin' hilarious, but at the same time, if he knocks something over, I will explode.
He concludes his rampage by screaming something about cell phones and life savings or something stupid like that. Looks at me, and asks, "And what are you going to do about it?!"
"Well, it depends. Are you done?" I reply.
"Well...yeah."
"Good," I say, "Because the cell phone place is next door."
Numbers are your Friend
Me: Mm.
NM: Number moron
NM: Okay, so these two games. One is $17.99 and the other is $9.99. Which one's cheaper?
Me:

The Entitlement Whore, Who Will Never Be My Coworker
SM: store manager
EW: Entitlement whore
EW: Hey, yeah, can I have an application?
SM: Here you go. -hands it over
EW: Do you mind if I fill it out here?
SM: -noting the lack of counterspace because it was covered in marketing, the lack of standing space because we were busy, and also noting that one of his pet peeves is people filling out applications in store- Well, man, why don't you just take it home and fill it out there, that way you can bring it back when we're a little less busy and I can actually talk to you.
EW: ....I want your boss's number.
SM:

EW: Because you won't let me fill it out here and that's not fair to me!
SM: Oh! Oh, gladly. Here, here's his office number. Be sure to call him first thing in the morning and tell him all about the problem.
EW: Humph!
Another customer who I was helping heard the exchange along with me, turned to me and asked, "What is that guy retarded or something?"
All aboard the ship of fail, where nobody wins even though they all seem to think they did just because they dropped trow and showed their asses.
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