Another great story from Ana on Retail Hell Underground:
Just Doing My Job!
I had to add something totally amazing that happened in my line today..
I have never seen two people angrier in my life.
Or justice worked so quickly.
I work three jobs to pay for school. Some of us don't have daddy paying for our crap. I was bagging this rotund lemming’s (fat ass ghetto chick) merchandise (crap she didn’t need or fit into) while her boyfriend was looking at some shit. She uses her debit, but it doesn’t go through.
After like three other cards and yelling at me about how “I need to get a better machine” (yes because I personally spent your money bitch) she looks around, spots the boyfriend picking through some hats, and reaches into her back pocket. She pulls out a credit card, hands it to me and says, “This should work.”
I take the card but look down at the name.
Surprise. Bitch thinks she is pulling a fast one.
I might be ignorant, but I have never met a female named David before.
‘David’ is looking between her six bags of shit and her boyfriend, not at all suspicious right?
Wrong.
I am sick and tired of this bitch.
There is a line forming behind her and one of the women has a baby who is pulling crap off the candy shelves.
“Well are you going to scan it, you know, sliding it through?"
Oh, that’s what it’s for, damn I feel stupid! I just wanna look at the shiny card you fat piece of shit. She makes this gesture like she is some damn flight attendant. The exits are to your left and right and up my ass. My ego can be used as a flotation device.
Yea bitch, I am going to be treated like a fourth grader and still smile. I have been working at this stupid ass store for two years. I have to pay for college. I have three jobs. I don’t need some prissy princess coming in her working her mojo thinking she owns the world.
So I say, “Can I see some I.D. David is an unusual name for a female.”
“It’s my boyfriends,” lemming points towards her boyfriend. “He said I could use it. He always pays for my stuff. He loves me. You should get an amazing boyfriend so you don’t have to work.”
Oh, there is my mistake! I feel so ignorant.
Apparently she’s flown in from the 1950’s and is here to tell me the truth about the world. Get a man and have him pay for all my shit. I am sure her boyfriend works in some retail hell and loves that his girlfriend wants him to spend $450 on clothing she will just throw away in a week. Sure.
“I need to see his I.D. then, it is against store policy to allow other people to—“
“I don’t care, just swipe it..”
She is obviously used to be given everything she wants. She is about 290lbs of bitch.
I remain firm.
“I cannot swipe this card unless David shows his I.D.”
At this point the boyfriend has come up to see what is taking so long.
“She’s retarded, she won’t swipe the card!” Fat bitch is whining.
The boyfriend looks like he's about to say something to me I won’t like and will make him regret.
“Are you David ****?” I say, holding out his credit card.
At this point the boyfriend goes silent.
“Britney? Is that my credit card?”
‘David’ has gone red in the face. I stand back for enjoyment. Britney goes pale, I smile, she turns on me and says, “You stupid bitch… this is your fault. Every other store just took it.”
“You used it!” David is furious. “That’s it, we’re over. I’m not your sugar daddy.”
He takes off out of the store.
The fat lemming just stands there, breaks into tears and follows after him.
I watch as they begin arguing in the front of the store. She later came back to ask to borrow the phone, to call a cab.
I told her it was store policy not to let customers use the phone unless it was an emergency.
Best day of my life.
Ana
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