Duck You Dinglefuck!! Bosda's Pissed Off!!!

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I’ve been going to the local Waldenbooks about twice a week since December 1996. 6 years.

Most of the staff knows me by name.

I always treat them politely.

I helped them catch a shoplifter, once.

There has been a new Assistant Manager, Kara, there for 3 months or so.
I go in to special order some books. I am wearing a black t-shirt, charcoal grey slacks, & mirrored sunglasses.

I ask Kara for help.

The 3 items are part of a 27 volume series, sometimes grouped in catalogue listing by volume #, sometimes by sub-title, & sometimes by the year covered in the material in the book. They also come in both hard cover & trade paperback editions.

I go around to the side of the counter, so I can see the computer screen.
Not behind it, to one side so I can read the screen.

She says that I have to stay in front of the counter. That it’s “store policy”. Well, that’s news you lying bitch! I never had to before! So, I ask her why.

“Because I’m alone in the store, and I’m afraid to have you stand to one side of the counter.”

Her expression, posture & stance showed that she openly mistrusted me!

**You dumb bitch!!! **

It’s noon! In the middle of a huge shopping mall! There are no doors, no barriers, nothing to hide us from the hundreds of shoppers passing by!

Oh, is it the FUCKING COLOR OF MY CLOTHES?!? BLACK SCARES YOU? Guess you better not look at your average business suit! Tell me you little twat, are the men who come into your store less likely to rob or rape you if they wear red or blue t-shirts?

My fucking sunglasses are clip-ons! I’m as intimidating as Charlie Brown.

I told her she was being rude, & left in a huff.
SO YOU DON’T LIKE HOW I DRESS!?!? GET USED TO IT! BOOKSTORE ARE A MARKETPLACE OF IDEAS, ALL KINDS OF PEOPLE COME IN, & IF A LITTLE SHIT LIKE YOU WON’T WAIT ON ME POLITELY, I’LL FIND SOMEBODY WHO WILL!!

Does Waldenbooks have a customer service phone #?

singing in sympathy

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black

:wink:

How’s this any different from normal?

Swine.

She didn’t know you, obviously. I can tell you from long experience in retail, that clerks and store management don’t particularly like customers peeking around the counter or going behind it. Some take this more seriously than others, and some are downright anal about it. Nevertheless, it is their store, and they have the right to restrict customer access to certain areas. I don’t see anything that she said was particularly rude, and I think you’re overreacting just a bit.

Now, take a deep breath, and relax.

“and I’m afraid to have you stand to one side of the counter.”

she actually said that? If she said that then it was a little uncalled for. If she didn’t know you though, you can’t blame her for not wanting customers to get to close to her and cash register.

Why do you assume it’s the colour of your clothes?

The fact that the rest of the staff has known you for 6 years doesn’t change the fact that she has known you for only 3 months.

I can understand why you feel so dismayed at being treated that way in a place at which you usually feel so comfortable, but I don’t think it’s personal.

She’ll get to know and love you soon enough, I bet.

“You’re just s’posed to glance at the cleavage George…just a glance to acknowledge the cleavage.”

Lech.

[sub]hey…wanna get even? take one of their books into the bathroom[/sub]

She was indicating she was afraid of me.

ME!

Nobody is afraid of me!

Small children run up to me in the street, & kick me in the shins, because they are afraid of me.

THIS WAS STUPID!!

What did she say about your clothing? Why would you assume that it was the way you were dressed?

Is she cute? I would love to go out with a woman who works at a bookstore.

I have the same problem you do, Bosda. I can’t believe anyone would be afraid of me.

I stopped recently to try to help someone, and got the distinct impression that they were very uncomfortable having me around. I was puzzled, and mentioned it later to my wife. She said, “Honey, you and I both know you’re sweet as the day is long. But to a stranger, you’re just a six-foot-tall, 210-pound man. Devastatingly handsome, true, but still a possible threat. I know you wouldn’t use those well-proportioned muscles in anger, and that you’re quite possibly the best lover on the planet, but a stranger doesn’t know that.”

Okay, so she stopped after the second sentence. I’m sure it was just an oversight on her part.

What was my point? Oh, right. Give the new clerk time. Maybe you two will have an amusing story to tell your grandchildren, about the day Grandma nearly Maced Grandpa when he threatened her in the bookstore.

Dude, calm down. You’re starting to scare me.

You shop at Waldenbooks?

So new Assistant Manager Kara is a “lying bitch,” a “dumb bitch,” “a little shit,” and a “little twat” all because she asked you to stay in front of the counter? Because she might have felt threatened by you approaching the other side of the counter when she’s alone in the store? I think you might want to calm down a little.

Seriously, dude, this sounds like the beginning of a melt down.

Hey man. Charlie Brown is pretty fucking intimidating. Some people wear their rage on the outside, and they’re usually just blowhards, fine when their wind dies down. But Chuck, he’s a timebomb. Tick tick. Tick tick. Tick tick. Some day Lucy’s going to try that football stunt one time too many, and BAM!

On top of that, his dog can fly a non-aerodynamic doghouse and use it to travel through time.

No, Charlie Brown is one bad mother that I do not want to mess with. If you bear a resemblance to that piece of bad news, I fully understand wanting a counter between you.

Remember how his mother and teacher were so terrified of him they couldn’t even speak clearly?

Waah wah, wah wah wahh

Well, she’d probably feel better if she knew you were flying into a towering shitstorm of rage over her seeing you as menacing. :smiley:

Let me get this straight. A store employee tells you to stay in front of the counter. You tell her she is rude and leave in a huff, while pondering whether or not you should call customer service??!!

LOL! Dude, that’s crazy talk! You need to lighten up or you are going to die from an ulcer before you hit 50.