As the title states....partially my fault. But actually it was my fault more in the "why did I do that when I should've KNOWN better!!"
I went to Target tonight wearing a red shirt. Target employees, start groaning. (Yes I know that was idiotic of me) I went straight to the one section I needed to hit up, and started looking for the item I quested for. Woman comes up behind me.
SC = Total Idiot Woman Who Blows The Mind
Me = "Geehh I hate clothes shopping..."
SC: Excuse me, can you help me find something?
Me: Um, no.
SC: Well why not?!
Me: I don't work here.
SC: Well you should still help me!
Me: ?!
And why the eff should I?
SC: You're wearing a red shirt!
(cue me realizing this and /facepalming)
Me: I'm also wearing jeans. Have you not realized that?
SC: All I want to know is where this one item is!
Me: Lady, I haven't worked at a Target in over three years, let alone work at one in this STATE. Even if I felt inclined to help you, I couldn't.
SC: WELL YOU'RE WEARING RED.
Me: Yeah, I think you've covered that point already.
(turns back to searching)
SC: YOU SHOULDN'T WEAR RED IN A TARGET. THERE'S LIKE A RULE FOR THAT. YOU'RE WEARING RED, YOU NEED TO HELP ME.
Me: Only help I'd give you is finding mental help.
(proceeds to mentally say "Welcome to /ignore!")
SC: ARE YOU NOT GOING TO HELP ME?!
Me: (mental Rammstein music player, go! Hmm....now where would I find this...)
SC: (snorty huffy hissy noise) (stomps off)
Me:
(now has Rosenrot stuck in her head)
I hurried my arse to finish shopping before I ran into any other similar customers... Cripes I can't believe I was dumb enough to do that. Next time though...I'm going in wearing khaki pants and a red shirt.
And I'll be prepared.
I went to Target tonight wearing a red shirt. Target employees, start groaning. (Yes I know that was idiotic of me) I went straight to the one section I needed to hit up, and started looking for the item I quested for. Woman comes up behind me.
SC = Total Idiot Woman Who Blows The Mind
Me = "Geehh I hate clothes shopping..."
SC: Excuse me, can you help me find something?
Me: Um, no.
SC: Well why not?!
Me: I don't work here.
SC: Well you should still help me!
Me: ?!
And why the eff should I?
SC: You're wearing a red shirt!
(cue me realizing this and /facepalming)
Me: I'm also wearing jeans. Have you not realized that?
SC: All I want to know is where this one item is!
Me: Lady, I haven't worked at a Target in over three years, let alone work at one in this STATE. Even if I felt inclined to help you, I couldn't.
SC: WELL YOU'RE WEARING RED.
Me: Yeah, I think you've covered that point already.
(turns back to searching)
SC: YOU SHOULDN'T WEAR RED IN A TARGET. THERE'S LIKE A RULE FOR THAT. YOU'RE WEARING RED, YOU NEED TO HELP ME.
Me: Only help I'd give you is finding mental help.
(proceeds to mentally say "Welcome to /ignore!")
SC: ARE YOU NOT GOING TO HELP ME?!
Me: (mental Rammstein music player, go! Hmm....now where would I find this...)
SC: (snorty huffy hissy noise) (stomps off)
Me:

I hurried my arse to finish shopping before I ran into any other similar customers... Cripes I can't believe I was dumb enough to do that. Next time though...I'm going in wearing khaki pants and a red shirt.

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