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GoldenDelicious
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so anyway, i was out on a shopping expedition yesterday gathering the tools of looking goodness 
p), and at the end of a 3 hour shopathon with a double migraine decided to buy a pair of jeans - but like a tosser, in a haze of headache, i paid for them and left them on the counter 
and since i had bought 2 trailerloads of crap, didnt realise that my shopping load was light - anyway i realised, called the store, and told them id drive over and pick them up.
sounds straightforward, right?
so i get there, ask for the jeans, and the fat ball of pus behind the counter tells me that their stock count doesnt show up any extra jeans and so i must have taken them with me. i look around at the store, and it was so messy that bin laden could have been hiding in there, and im like "buddy, no offense, but your store is a brothel. theres shit everywhere. theyre blue jeans. theres a thousand pairs here. im sure you could have overlooked a single pair. besides, im not in the habit of driving half an hour to scam someone out of a 50 dollar pair of jeans."
anyway, cut a long story short, the meatball behind the counter and his 2 sales guys (who are the sorts of guys permanently trapped in puberty - you know the type - 24 years old with pimples ) put on a hard front and give me the "im sorry sir, theres nothing we can do, ive already been on the phone to the state manager" angle, and generally talk to me like im a twat.
so i get on the phone to the state manager, and despite politely explaining my position and my low predisposition towards trying to scam a store out of some measly jeans, she tried brushing me off with the same "theres nothing we can do" crap
anyway, i think "fuckit" walk into the store and say to the guy "buddy, how about i give you another 40 bucks and you give me the pair of jeans i paid for yesterday, since you guys have them 60 bucks apiece or 2 for a hundred" and he says "no mate, i cant do that" i say "why not? just bring up the old receipt, return yesterdays phantom jeans, and do a resale for 2 of them" and he says "no mate, i cant do that, since i cant return somethign that isnt here in front of me"
now, this guy KNEW that the jeans were mine, and that i was double paying for my own jeans, but he wanted me to pay full price TWICE for them
now i know this sounds petty, since really, its only 60 bucks...but i was livid
and said "mate....you want me to pay twice for my own fucking jeans, and youre being a cunt about it...didnt you say that there arent any security cameras in the store?"
panic flashed across all of their faces. i was really, really, REALLY annoyed. i couldnt talk properly and had most of the veins in my arms standing out in bold relief.
then i turned on my heel and walked out, because i REALLY wanted to smash him and knew that a single stupid comment on his behalf would have done it
anyway the general manager gave me a call an hour later (out of the blue) and sent me a refund (which is nice), but no bullshit, if i see that prick out and about on the town im going to pick a fight
um. yah. so there you go
p), and at the end of a 3 hour shopathon with a double migraine decided to buy a pair of jeans - but like a tosser, in a haze of headache, i paid for them and left them on the counter and since i had bought 2 trailerloads of crap, didnt realise that my shopping load was light - anyway i realised, called the store, and told them id drive over and pick them up.sounds straightforward, right?
so i get there, ask for the jeans, and the fat ball of pus behind the counter tells me that their stock count doesnt show up any extra jeans and so i must have taken them with me. i look around at the store, and it was so messy that bin laden could have been hiding in there, and im like "buddy, no offense, but your store is a brothel. theres shit everywhere. theyre blue jeans. theres a thousand pairs here. im sure you could have overlooked a single pair. besides, im not in the habit of driving half an hour to scam someone out of a 50 dollar pair of jeans."
anyway, cut a long story short, the meatball behind the counter and his 2 sales guys (who are the sorts of guys permanently trapped in puberty - you know the type - 24 years old with pimples
) put on a hard front and give me the "im sorry sir, theres nothing we can do, ive already been on the phone to the state manager" angle, and generally talk to me like im a twat.so i get on the phone to the state manager, and despite politely explaining my position and my low predisposition towards trying to scam a store out of some measly jeans, she tried brushing me off with the same "theres nothing we can do" crap
anyway, i think "fuckit" walk into the store and say to the guy "buddy, how about i give you another 40 bucks and you give me the pair of jeans i paid for yesterday, since you guys have them 60 bucks apiece or 2 for a hundred" and he says "no mate, i cant do that" i say "why not? just bring up the old receipt, return yesterdays phantom jeans, and do a resale for 2 of them" and he says "no mate, i cant do that, since i cant return somethign that isnt here in front of me"
now, this guy KNEW that the jeans were mine, and that i was double paying for my own jeans, but he wanted me to pay full price TWICE for them
now i know this sounds petty, since really, its only 60 bucks...but i was livid
and said "mate....you want me to pay twice for my own fucking jeans, and youre being a cunt about it...didnt you say that there arent any security cameras in the store?"panic flashed across all of their faces. i was really, really, REALLY annoyed. i couldnt talk properly and had most of the veins in my arms standing out in bold relief.
then i turned on my heel and walked out, because i REALLY wanted to smash him and knew that a single stupid comment on his behalf would have done it
anyway the general manager gave me a call an hour later (out of the blue) and sent me a refund (which is nice), but no bullshit, if i see that prick out and about on the town im going to pick a fight
um. yah. so there you go
