I know there have been tons of these lately, but here goes…
We were at the mall and hubby decided he wanted a copy of “Smokey & The Bandit.” We wandered into Suncoast Video, and had to special order it, since they were out. No big deal. We paid for it in full, got our receipt and were told it could be about 2 weeks. No problem.
A few days go by, someone calls and says the movie is in. Okey-dokey, we had to go out anyway, and I said we’d pick it up that evening.
We get there, show our receipt, and the pimply-faced 19-year-old assistant manager is very apologetic, he’s so sorry, but: the movie is in a locked cabinet behind the register where they keep the special order movies, and the OTHER asst. manager left and took the keys to the cabinet with him by mistake. They called him at home and left a message, but he hadn’t called or returned with the keys, so could we please come back tomorrow? Well, okay, we were both in a good mood, I’ve worked in retail, stuff happens, fine, I can come back tomorrow.
Hubby decides to look around a little, heads for the “He-Man/Car-Chase/Blow-It-Up” section, and lo and behold there are five, yes five freaking copies of “Smokey & The Bandit” there on the shelf! He grabs one, heads to the register and says, “Can’t I just take one of these?”
The assistant manager explains, that no, he can’t take one of those, our copy was special ordered, and it will mess up their inventory if we take a different copy. “Our” copy has been already checked in, since we paid for it in full in advance, blah, blah, blah…
Hubby starts to get pissed, and says, “Fine. I want to return my special order copy and buy this one. Can you do that?”
Assistant manager/Idiot keeps explaining that no we can’t just take one off the shelf, he can’t give us a refund on the special order, it will mess up the inventory…keeps rambling on.
Finally, the 16-year-old cheerleader-type salesgirl hears what’s going on and says, “Jeez, Josh, all you have to do it this…” and proceeds to make her fingers fly across the register, ding-ding, all done, she puts the movie in a bag, nice cheerful, “Sorry for the inconvenience, have a nice day, thank you” and we were on our way.
Okay, I know this is the Pit and I should have had a terrible ending to my story.
But still, you think the damn assistant manager would know what to do in a situation like that!