Had a woman come up to my refunds till with a HUGE carton...
"Yeah, I want to return these."
Carton opens to be..... CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. HUNDREDS OF TANGLED, FILTHY, FRESH OFF THE HOUSE, CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.
"I don't know how many there are. I called and your manager said you'd count them."
NOW, I spend the next 30 minutes untangling them and counting the strands as she STANDS THERE AND WATCHES ME. At least her son helped.
This put me in a rotten mood for a good hour after the fact. My dept manager (who did NOT authorize this) looks pretty steamed at the fact I had to do that...
Happy birthday to me. (literally)
"Yeah, I want to return these."
Carton opens to be..... CHRISTMAS LIGHTS. HUNDREDS OF TANGLED, FILTHY, FRESH OFF THE HOUSE, CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.
"I don't know how many there are. I called and your manager said you'd count them."
NOW, I spend the next 30 minutes untangling them and counting the strands as she STANDS THERE AND WATCHES ME. At least her son helped.
This put me in a rotten mood for a good hour after the fact. My dept manager (who did NOT authorize this) looks pretty steamed at the fact I had to do that...
Happy birthday to me. (literally)
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