My feet are frozen, dude

[impy]

Rude customers who are almost entirely in the wrong should be fair game. I should be able to tell them to fuck off if they push me too far. [It takes a lot sometimes, but once I'm gone, you'd best run for the door.] Listening to this guy with an awful haircut just bitch and bitch and not realize he was basically trying to get the managers to give him $120 pissed me off. But now to back up and tell the story.

BadHair comes in last night and basically buys crap, gets cashback on his debit, and returns the stuff he bought. He does this like three times or something. I dunno, didn't pay attention. He comes back in tonight. Buys baby stuff. Shocked the hell out of me that he wanted to keep that stuff. So he picks up an empty box of Nicorrette [spelling be damned] gum. Wants it rung up twice. Yeaaaaah. But, whatever. So I do. He runs his little debit card through. It declines it, baby. Jeffrey comes along at that moment and offers to help. Asks to see the card. BadHaircut hands it over. Asks to see the ID. Badhaircut hands it over. Jeffrey either hands the card back, or runs the card for 'im. Either way, tis Jeffrey who presses the credit button. Badhaircut doesn't say a word until he hears the reciept running without the cha-ching of the register. "No cash back?" Noope. Jeffrey spazzes, the dude spazzes, but I'm kinds of calm. Jeffrey says he's sorry, dude's getting pissed. I call the manager. No biggie. They can deal with it. Weasel comes up and voids the entire transaction. This pisses Badhaircut off. Cuz now the company will flag his card for suspicious activity, blah blah blah. So around and around it goes. "Your boy pushed the button, you should have to give me my money now! I don't care that you voided it off, I want my money and the credit card company says it hasn't been voided yet." No shit. The void won't go into effect until tomorrow. Duh. But had Princess Ugly Locks not tried running his card 7 thousand times for whatever reason, this wouldn't have happened.

Aaaaaaaanywho. Weasel's in the office with Mad Madam H, and I'm left upfront with the jerk. He leans over the counter and asks what all the numbers on the wall are. I'm not explaining that when I call out certain phrases it means "Call the cops to arrest this stupid ass piece of shit." There's a phone number up there, so he gets out his stupid phone and calls it. I happen to say, "You can't just call whoever that is." And he so wittily retorts, "Well, would you look at that. I just did." Dumbass, I mutter that it's rude. Luckily it wasn't another customer, but another store. That calls back and asks to speak to Weasel. Go figure. So then jackass is miffed because I implied that perhaps he just doesn't understand what rude is, though I never actually said that... and starts calling Jeffrey names. I mock the Jeffrey, but it's like when you make fun of your family. You can but no one else can. It ain't right, man. So I flat out tell him he's being rude and am thankfully saved from cursing him out by another customer's timely arrival.

La la. As he's leaving, he threatens to have Jeffrey arrested for using his card. He does call the cops, but so does Mad Madam H. Shortly after that, he calls back and begs forgiveness. I'm thinking the cops were on her side and not his.

That's a lot of crap you didn't want to read, so I hope people skipped. Or were amused. Either or.

I want crab wontons. I also want fudge. But not together. Nooooo. That'd be yucky.

But I've got new friends! Happy dance. Comments and shtuff later, after food is found. Mmmmmm. Food.

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Some people? Deserve to be stabbed in the face with a meat fork. That guy? Is one.