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Since most of these are going to be about idiot customers, this seems like the best section to put it in, although you mods feel free to move it if it's in the wrong place.
For the last 18 years before she retired, my mother worked at a department store we shall only refer to as the Golden Rule Department Store (and this was this large chain's original name when it was founded in Kemmerer, Wyoming in 1902) at the mall in Hendersonville. Although to be truthful, she was working at Golden Rule when it was still located on Main Street in downtown Hendersonville, before that mall was ever built. Naturally over these 18 years she accumulated a collection of SC tales that I grew up hearing when she'd stumble in from work in the dead of night despairing of the state of humanity only to find that my father and I had eaten all the pizza.
I've mentioned these stories before, but I figured it was time to put them together, the good and the bad. Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Let's begin.
Assault with a Deadly Bottle
This could have ended much worse than it did, because at least the guy did live. The thrust of the gist here is that Man A and Lady had been an item long enough to have a baby before Lady left him for Man B.
One unfortunate Sunday afternoon, Man A encountered Lady and Man B passing through the men's department, pushing the baby along in its stroller. Man A had a beer bottle on hand and smashed it over a rack of suits, destroying about $2000 in merchandise in an instant. He then attacked Man B with the bottle, slashing his throat. Man A then bolted from the store, although he was later captured. Meanwhile, Lady was shrieking, the baby was crying, and various store associates and customers were trying to get Man B to stop staggering around the men's department spraying blood all over everything.
They finally got him to lay still on the floor, where the blood from his slashed throat made stains the size of dinner plates on the carpet. The ambulance finally arrived and carted him off, and he survived. So did the blood stains, which would not come out no matter what. They stayed there until the store was remodelled. A workman called my mother over to ask what these huge stains were under the carpet on the concrete floor and she told him the story.
For the last 18 years before she retired, my mother worked at a department store we shall only refer to as the Golden Rule Department Store (and this was this large chain's original name when it was founded in Kemmerer, Wyoming in 1902) at the mall in Hendersonville. Although to be truthful, she was working at Golden Rule when it was still located on Main Street in downtown Hendersonville, before that mall was ever built. Naturally over these 18 years she accumulated a collection of SC tales that I grew up hearing when she'd stumble in from work in the dead of night despairing of the state of humanity only to find that my father and I had eaten all the pizza.
I've mentioned these stories before, but I figured it was time to put them together, the good and the bad. Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Let's begin.
Assault with a Deadly Bottle
This could have ended much worse than it did, because at least the guy did live. The thrust of the gist here is that Man A and Lady had been an item long enough to have a baby before Lady left him for Man B.
One unfortunate Sunday afternoon, Man A encountered Lady and Man B passing through the men's department, pushing the baby along in its stroller. Man A had a beer bottle on hand and smashed it over a rack of suits, destroying about $2000 in merchandise in an instant. He then attacked Man B with the bottle, slashing his throat. Man A then bolted from the store, although he was later captured. Meanwhile, Lady was shrieking, the baby was crying, and various store associates and customers were trying to get Man B to stop staggering around the men's department spraying blood all over everything.
They finally got him to lay still on the floor, where the blood from his slashed throat made stains the size of dinner plates on the carpet. The ambulance finally arrived and carted him off, and he survived. So did the blood stains, which would not come out no matter what. They stayed there until the store was remodelled. A workman called my mother over to ask what these huge stains were under the carpet on the concrete floor and she told him the story.
Let's not turn the thread into a spanking discussion, please. 
~Ree
My mom was appalled. She said "What a fucking bitch" (and for my mom to cuss like that is not common) She said that even when my brother and I brought home the cheapest, cheesiest stuff for her, she was so happy and accepted any gift we gave her as if it were the best thing in the world because it was the thought that counted and we were her children. 
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