So Many Freaks...

So Little Time.

There have literally been so many weird little people doing small twitchy things, it's hard to remember them all. So we'll just go ahead and use what we can remember.

Large, sweating, panting, hairy dude who walked past no less than 6 flat carts to come up past the registers at the one flat cart that has merchandise on it. He says, "Imma just gonna take this cart." and I says, "Uhm, No." He says, "Imma just takin' this cart." I says, "Uhm, No." I offer to call someone to bring him a cart, back where he started, and so he walks back past those 6 empty flat carts and waits.

Nasty wobbly hag who shushes me during transactions. Look, Lady, don't get shushy with me, and don't think that I'm putting up with your drunken attitude.

OF Jackass & wife: if you ask me where something is, and I say, "Let me look and see if it's still out front" don't tell me to "just point!" If you want my help, let me help...if you don't want my help, shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Also, once your transaction is done, don't get snippy with me when your receipt specifically spells out that you got that stuff at a cheaper price. Mostly, just don't give me any shit.

If you call the store, and talk to two other people who tell you that we don't physically have what you want, don't keep nagging us about the internet saying we do have it. Then order it from the internet, and shut the fuck up. And if the store that is 20 minutes away does have it in their store, GO THERE, and shut the fuck up. Don't call back and insist that our store gets it stock from the other store (we don't, fucktard.) Stop calling, we are unable to reach up our asses and provide something that does not exist.