My wifes car had a flat tire this morning. I’m pretty sure it has a slow leak in the valve. Rather than going through the trouble of jacking up the car and such, I decided to get a can of Fix-a-Flat and drive the car to a Goodyear shop.
So I go over to the local fucKMart. And it begins.
First thing through the door some schlep is badgering people to sign up for their stupid store card. “Collect a billion punkfaggot points and you can get a free duodenum lube job”. Get away from me! And get a real job, wuss.
I grab my can of Fix-a-Flat and get in line at the check out. Third in line. Shouldn’t take long, right? No, not right. But you know that. The checkout twat has to first interrogate customers as to if they have their stupid store card. If not, she goes into a spiel about how to get one. Yeah, we know. The little bitch at the door told us all about it.
Then she has to point out the Snicker bars on the counter and explain how they have candy bars on sale 2 for 1. Yeah, we can fucking see them on the counter.
Are you a checkout girl or a tour guide? Stop pointing shit out that’s right in front of our faces.
Then before giving the final total, she asks if the customer wishes to donate to March of Dimes. Hey, don’t we all go to KMart to donate money? Why else would we go there?
Then she asks if you want your receipt or if she should email it to you. What?
“It’s better for the planet if we email it to you.” Yeah, well, for all I care the freaking world can end 2 seconds after I die because I’ll be done with it. Now give me my damn receipt. Oh, no. You don’t get a receipt. 4 slips get spit out. A receipt and 3 useless coupons for Grandpa Chow brand dog food. What the hell? You talk about being good for the planet and you print off multiple pieces of paper with the receipt? Huh?
It should not take this long to buy one lousy item!
Then on the way out some 'tard in a rentacop uniform says “hold it. I need to see your receipt”. HA! Good luck with that!
Don’t take out your bad day on some poor minimum wage schlubs who are doing what they’re told to do by their employers and no doubt would get a “real job” if they could.
And if you yourself have a “real job” then give a few pennies to the March of Dimes for cripes sake.
I’ll agree with you on one thing. I do not give my email address out to stores. I already receive enough spam. They’re not trying to save the planet, they just want a way to advertise to you that is essentially free. That said, even that isn’t the employees’ fault.
Wow, you sound like a gigantic dick that gets worked up over nothing and takes it out on the wrong people. Good luck with that impending stress-induced heart attack. I’m sure we’ll all be pulling for you so we can see more enlightening posts of you calling people 'tards and faggots. :rolleyes:
Are people, just like you. Employees, doing what they have been trained to do, by their managers, per company policy. Believe it or not, they aren’t doing it just to piss you off. They are doing it because their jobs are very “real” to them, and they’d like to keep them and continue to have an income.
I totally agree with you on the annoyance, stupidity and ridiculousness of it all, but I don’t think insulting people who are just trying to make a living is an appropriate reaction to being inconvenienced.
Hey! I’m all in with the OP on this one. I was slightly inconvenienced today during a mundane chore also, and it was clearly the fault of people doing their job.
Define it for us. Surely, at the very least, the etymology involves a gay slur. Or are you going to tell us that it’s derived from a British word for a cigarette or a bundle of sticks?
I’m surprised you weren’t also hit up by the salesperson that wanders the Kmart aisles selling new insulated windows installation. Our local Kmart just closed down. I kind of miss them.
