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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 15:37:05 GMT -5
Sporting Goods. Stop in to peruse some work-boots, but apprehensive because of the fucking line which always seems to be 40 minutes no matter how many people are in the store..I was non-committal as I tried on a pair of Timberlands that actually looked good and fit well..but I could see over the shoe-racks that the line had magically dwindled down to one chick so I hurriedly threw my shit together to get on line before it swelled to its usual 10 impatient people...I get there just as some miscreant holding a yoga mat steps out of virtually nowhere in front of me to take the place I coveted on the line. You fuck. Ok...how bad could it be...third in line. Fucking beeeotch customer at the counter is on her phone as she is being waited on..and has to say excuse me after every inquiry by the counter-person...because...she is on the fucking phone...so everything has to be repeated twice. Fine. I'm third in line... Time to pay? Great. Except Chatty Mc-Cunnterson now has to dig through her bag...first for her card...then for the coupon she swears she has..all the while blabbering away on the fucking phone.... She cant find either...and now has to tell the person on the phone...then the counter-person the progress of her search. 10 fucking minutes in... .and still Kaitlyn Jenner with his yoga mat in front of me. She finds her card...then the coupon...wrong coupon, that ones for Modells lolololo....dig dig dig....finally finds it...click click slid slide....done...after 12 minutes..off she goes, still yammering on the phone. Kaitlyn's up. One yoga mat. He aint on the phone...awesome-sauce. Counter-person: Hey...yoga mat. New to it, or been doing it a while. K: Oh, been a few times, like it. Figured I'd get my own mat. Counter-person: Oh, thats a good one you got there. Very soft.... Where do you go. My place is great but so crowded. (conversation ensues) 14 fucking minutes in. Look behind me..8-9 people on line, all glaring over eachothers shoulders towards the counter. Yoga talk finally done...."Would you like to save 20% on your purchase?" Oh...how? Apply for the Dicks Credit Card. What does that entail? Why, just fill out the app and recieve 20% off blabla bla.. 16 fucking minutes in. Oh, sure, I could do that..(application comes out, write write write, sigh sigh sigh) 21 fucking minutes in... There. All done. Would you like the warrantee on the Mat. Oh, how long are the terms??? Green walks up to counter, slams shoe-box on counter, walks out of store.  |
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Post by Jetworks on Nov 16, 2016 15:51:28 GMT -5
Sporting Goods. Stop in to peruse some work-boots, but apprehensive because of the fucking line which always seems to be 40 minutes no matter how many people are in the store..I was non-committal as I tried on a pair of Timberlands that actually looked good and fit well..but I could see over the shoe-racks that the line had magically dwindled down to one chick so I hurriedly threw my shit together to get on line before it swelled to its usual 10 impatient people...I get there just as some miscreant holding a yoga mat steps out of virtually nowhere in front of me to take the place I coveted on the line. You fuck. Ok...how bad could it be...third in line. Fucking beeeotch customer at the counter is on her phone as she is being waited on..and has to say excuse me after every inquiry by the counter-person...because...she is on the fucking phone...so everything has to be repeated twice. Fine. I'm third in line... Time to pay? Great. Except Chatty Mc-Cunnterson now has to dig through her bag...first for her card...then for the coupon she swears she has..all the while blabbering away on the fucking phone.... She cant find either...and now has to tell the person on the phone...then the counter-person the progress of her search. 10 fucking minutes in... .and still Kaitlyn Jenner with his yoga mat in front of me. She finds her card...then the coupon...wrong coupon, that ones for Modells lolololo....dig dig dig....finally finds it...click click slid slide....done...after 12 minutes..off she goes, still yammering on the phone. Kaitlyn's up. One yoga mat. He aint on the phone...awesome-sauce. Counter-person: Hey...yoga mat. New to it, or been doing it a while. K: Oh, been a few times, like it. Figured I'd get my own mat. Counter-person: Oh, thats a good one you got there. Very soft.... Where do you go. My place is great but so crowded. (conversation ensues) 14 fucking minutes in. Look behind me..8-9 people on line, all glaring over eachothers shoulders towards the counter. Yoga talk finally done...."Would you like to save 20% on your purchase?" Oh...how? Apply for the Dicks Credit Card. What does that entail? Why, just fill out the app and recieve 20% off blabla bla.. 16 fucking minutes in. Oh, sure, I could do that..(application comes out, write write write, sigh sigh sigh) 21 fucking minutes in... There. All done. Would you like the warrantee on the Mat. Oh, how long are the terms??? Green walks up to counter, slams shoe-box on counter, walks out of store.
Way to perpetuate the hard-headed Irish stereotype. That story was gold up until that point. Smart move was pay for the boots and ask if the kid got digits from yoga mat. COMMON!!! |
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Post by thebigragu on Nov 16, 2016 15:53:09 GMT -5
I dont put up with that shit. LETS FUCKING GO WTF YOU ROYALTY AND WERE FUCKING PEASANTS OVER HERE MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS. Ive yelled that many times thet fucking move along
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 15:56:08 GMT -5
Sporting Goods. Stop in to peruse some work-boots, but apprehensive because of the fucking line which always seems to be 40 minutes no matter how many people are in the store..I was non-committal as I tried on a pair of Timberlands that actually looked good and fit well..but I could see over the shoe-racks that the line had magically dwindled down to one chick so I hurriedly threw my shit together to get on line before it swelled to its usual 10 impatient people...I get there just as some miscreant holding a yoga mat steps out of virtually nowhere in front of me to take the place I coveted on the line. You fuck. Ok...how bad could it be...third in line. Fucking beeeotch customer at the counter is on her phone as she is being waited on..and has to say excuse me after every inquiry by the counter-person...because...she is on the fucking phone...so everything has to be repeated twice. Fine. I'm third in line... Time to pay? Great. Except Chatty Mc-Cunnterson now has to dig through her bag...first for her card...then for the coupon she swears she has..all the while blabbering away on the fucking phone.... She cant find either...and now has to tell the person on the phone...then the counter-person the progress of her search. 10 fucking minutes in... .and still Kaitlyn Jenner with his yoga mat in front of me. She finds her card...then the coupon...wrong coupon, that ones for Modells lolololo....dig dig dig....finally finds it...click click slid slide....done...after 12 minutes..off she goes, still yammering on the phone. Kaitlyn's up. One yoga mat. He aint on the phone...awesome-sauce. Counter-person: Hey...yoga mat. New to it, or been doing it a while. K: Oh, been a few times, like it. Figured I'd get my own mat. Counter-person: Oh, thats a good one you got there. Very soft.... Where do you go. My place is great but so crowded. (conversation ensues) 14 fucking minutes in. Look behind me..8-9 people on line, all glaring over eachothers shoulders towards the counter. Yoga talk finally done...."Would you like to save 20% on your purchase?" Oh...how? Apply for the Dicks Credit Card. What does that entail? Why, just fill out the app and recieve 20% off blabla bla.. 16 fucking minutes in. Oh, sure, I could do that..(application comes out, write write write, sigh sigh sigh) 21 fucking minutes in... There. All done. Would you like the warrantee on the Mat. Oh, how long are the terms??? Green walks up to counter, slams shoe-box on counter, walks out of store.
Way to perpetuate the hard-headed Irish stereotype. That story was gold up until that point. Smart move was pay for the boots and ask if the kid got digits from yoga mat. COMMON!!! Had to go. Common. Besides, it was like my 5th experience just like that in that jernt...and I decided they were never getting another dime out of me. No sir. |
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 15:58:38 GMT -5
I dont put up with that shit. LETS FUCKING GO WTF YOU ROYALTY AND WERE FUCKING PEASANTS OVER HERE MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS. Ive yelled that many times thet fucking move along Thankyou. Jetsworks is a anti-Irish ghey. |
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Post by Mond the Bagnificient on Nov 16, 2016 15:58:40 GMT -5
Could have gotten a pic of the greatest ass you've ever seen (yoga pants) while standing in line...
Just sayin.
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 16:03:43 GMT -5
Could have gotten a pic of the greatest ass you've ever seen (yoga pants) while standing in line... Just sayin. There ya go. Knock yourself out.  |
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Post by Big L on Nov 16, 2016 16:06:17 GMT -5
So u dint get no bootz?
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Post by Mond the Bagnificient on Nov 16, 2016 16:07:56 GMT -5
Could have gotten a pic of the greatest ass you've ever seen (yoga pants) while standing in line... Just sayin. There ya go. Knock yourself out. I thought customer 1 in line was a chick in yoga pants? And customer 2 was a dude buying a yoga mat? Am I mistaken, or did I just zone out after 10 seconds of reading your story? |
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 16:10:04 GMT -5
There ya go. Knock yourself out. I thought customer 1 in line was a chick in yoga pants? And customer 2 was a dude buying a yoga mat? Am I mistaken, or did I just zone out after 10 seconds of reading your story? You're projecting. |
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Post by JStokes on Nov 16, 2016 16:27:49 GMT -5
You sound angry.
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Post by Ff2 on Nov 16, 2016 16:30:58 GMT -5
You know what could help him? Yoga. Thaaaaaaaat's right. Just out of curiosity, how much was a warranty for the mat. Asking for a friend. |
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 16:37:28 GMT -5
They are going to go back and review the surveillance footage and see that their malingering chatty counterboy cost them a nice $152 dollar payday in sales, boy howdy. Heads will roll. I know these doinks get commission for pushing credit cards and warrantees...but not while I'm standing there holding fucking boots in my arms for 20 fucking minutes. Its bad business. |
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 16:38:16 GMT -5
And how do you even have a warrantee on a fucking piece of rolled rubber?  ?? wtf |
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Post by 32Green on Nov 16, 2016 16:39:54 GMT -5
Stunads gonna add another credit card to his credit report to save 2 bucks?
wtf
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