Yesterday a woman came in to buy a cheap-ass desk and managed to annoy just about everyone: me, Harry, Focker, and the cashier.
Focker helped her initially and while he is normally unflappable, he ended up dumping her onto Harry because she was pissing him off.
Harry brought the desk up to the front whereupon we learned she needed to come back because it wouldn't fit in her car.
The cashier who rang her out was getting very flustered because the woman had a thick accent and a hard-to-spell name, and of course hadn't brought her Rewards card with her so we had to look it up. In no time at all the woman was shouting and getting angry because she had to be asked a couple time to re-spell her name.
And finally, she annoyed me by opening her SUV so I could load the desk in.....only for me to find a FULL DRUM SET in there. Bass drum, snare drums, stool, cymbals, everything, and NONE of it in the protective cases. And she wanted the desk squeezed in around all that fragile stuff.
SC: I forgot this was in here?
You forgot? Did it not occur to you to CHECK??????
SC: My son left this here.
Well, your son is gonna be mad if this desk smashes anything. I loaded it but only after making it abundantly clear that were NOT responsible for any damage to the drums.
SC: I KNOW!!!!!
Egads what a stupid bitch......
Focker helped her initially and while he is normally unflappable, he ended up dumping her onto Harry because she was pissing him off.
Harry brought the desk up to the front whereupon we learned she needed to come back because it wouldn't fit in her car.
The cashier who rang her out was getting very flustered because the woman had a thick accent and a hard-to-spell name, and of course hadn't brought her Rewards card with her so we had to look it up. In no time at all the woman was shouting and getting angry because she had to be asked a couple time to re-spell her name.
And finally, she annoyed me by opening her SUV so I could load the desk in.....only for me to find a FULL DRUM SET in there. Bass drum, snare drums, stool, cymbals, everything, and NONE of it in the protective cases. And she wanted the desk squeezed in around all that fragile stuff.
SC: I forgot this was in here?
You forgot? Did it not occur to you to CHECK??????
SC: My son left this here.
Well, your son is gonna be mad if this desk smashes anything. I loaded it but only after making it abundantly clear that were NOT responsible for any damage to the drums.
SC: I KNOW!!!!!
Egads what a stupid bitch......

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