They get blurred, we read between them, they get drawn in the sand, we’re warned not to cross them, some get toed, some are white, we get to the back of them and some start “here”. Whichever one you chose, they can provide fantastic fodder for a post.
My work colleague/friend and I were standing in one at Starbucks (blergh – prefer Second Cup) and she turned to me and said “Oh man, remember that guy in line at Michael’s”.
How could I forget? Let me regale you with this story. We were at Michael’s one day on our lunch hour. We poked around to get the items we each needed and then proceeded to the check out together. It was between 12-1 pm, so naturally, they did not have many cashiers on the floor. They had one, to be exact.
We had been in line for about 10 minutes and going nowhere fast. Why? Because somebody thought it was a good idea to start arguing with the only cashier on the floor at the busiest time of the day. Apparently there was some promotion going on where if you completed a survey online, you were entitled to an additional discount.
Apparently this irate shopper did not read the fine print. I still have no clue what that was, but I do know that he, (yes, he) thought it was a big enough deal to argue non stop about it and kept looking at the ever growing line of irate busy women just wanting to pay for their items and get the frack out of dodge.
I’m all about a good deal and holding merchants accountable, but for the love of God, dude, all you are buying is ONE piece of freaking felt!! I will gladly pay for it for you if you’ll just shut up and leave.
He kept caterwauling the same sentence and throwing it our way “oh, false advertising, false advertising”. He acted as though we were going to rally behind him, shake our fists in the air and take out the cashier in his quest to be right and for victory over big bad Michael’s craft store.
Let me tell you something, he has no idea how lucky he was to have gotten out of there in one piece. You want to piss off a hoard of busy women trying to get odds and ends done on their lunch hour, keep doing what you do, cupcake. We will turn on you. Fast.
At one point I turned to my friend and said “You know what else is false advertising? That this moron calls himself a man while arguing with a young girl over a lousy piece of felt over a bill that comes out to a total of about $2 and some change. I’m sure I have an extra set of balls in my purse somewhere to lend him…..what a pussy”.
The women behind me heard that and next thing you know we were all sharing a quiet chuckle while enduring the wannabe freedom fighter of the craft store.
In the words of the late great John Pinette…..
The manager came over and decided to give him the discount just to shut him up and get him the frack out of dodge before the angry mob of women lost their cool. And by angry mob, I mean “me”.
Takes all kinds, folks. So today I find myself thinking of him. I wonder what he made with that one piece of felt? Must have been awfully important to risk life and limb.