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Well I had another experience today. It was horrible. Remember the queen? The queen of the bitches?
Well she came back today. This time she was ready for all out war, seriously.
Me-Good afternoon ma'am
Queen of the bitches-I want shoes for my son, they have to be cheap and name brand.
(This is theoretically impossible first of all, Nike Rebok, New Balance are our most popular name brands and they all cost over 50 bucks.)
Me-I'll see what I can do, what can I get you?
Queen of the bitches-My son here needs soccer cleats
(at this point this mammoth of a child plods in and sits down on the benmch panting and sweating even though the air conditioning was going full blast and they had been walking around the store for at least an hour)
Me-(pointing to the display wall)Well these here are what we have. I'm afraid we don't have many left because soccer season is over
Queen of the bitches_I know damn well what season it is!(she reaches for a cleat that's over a year old. It's marked down to five dollars because the only sizes we had left were 13 and 14)
Queen of the bitches_Give me this one is size nine. Make sure there's no dirt on it and that no one else has worn it. (WTF?)
Me-I can look for that but I can't promise that no one else has worn them.
Queen of the bitches-(realizing that she just said something incedibly stupid)Just get them
Me-Right away
( I proceeded to the place in the back stockroom where the cleats were. What a surprise! There are no 9s left!)
Me-We don't have any size nines left
Queen of the bitches-Then why do you have them on display? You should have them if they're on display here.
Me-Yes we do have them but not in size nine
Queen of the bitches-What do you have?
Me-Size 13 and 14
Queen of the bitches-Fine I'll get another brand, Nike is shit anyway.
(She picks out another shoe that costs four dollars more)
Queen of the bitches-Get me this one in size nine.
(This goes on for about an hour, we have over thirty different types of soccer cleats all of them ranging from 5 dollars to about 60. She finally gives up and decides to stop being a cheap bitch and picks a 50 dollar pair.)
(Now this is where everything falls to shit. Matt happened to be helping another customer who wanted the cleats that the queen had initially picked. But he wanted them in size 13. So as the queen is leaving Matt comes out and hands the guy the cleats she wanted but four sizes bigger than what she wanted. She freaks out of course and demands to bitch to my manager)
Queen of the bitches-I want to talk to your manager.
Me-Alright. (Lucky for me, my awesome manager Frank was working today and he doesn't take shit from anyone.I've translated what Frank really said to what he wanted to say)
Frank-What the fuck do you want now bitch?
Queen of the bitches-I wanted those cleats(points to the 6-foot college soccer player trying on the 13s) and this young man, (points to me) said that you didn't have any. But that man over there has them. I want a pair too.
Frank-Well lets see what size this 6-foot bastard ova here is trying on. Doesn't look like a 9. Nope it's not. You're a stupid fucking bitch.
Queen of the bitches-Are there any in the stockroom?
Frank-Spawn?
Me-No, only 13s and 14s.
Frank-See bitch? Try listening to the people who fucking work here and actually know something about the fucking store. Now shut up and get the fuck out.
(But she wasn't going down without a fight. She decided that her authority placed her above me. She ordered me to go and check again. When I returned empty-handed again she demanded to see the general manager.)
Frank-I am the general manager bitch. Watcha gonna do now? Huh? Fuck you.
Queen of the bitches-I want to talk to the district manager
Frank-Well it appears that he's not inb this store seeing as how there are 300 on the island alone and there's only one of him. Fuck you.
Queen of the bitches-Call the Moddels company.
Frank(he said something really long and confusing to this but it was the equivilant to) Fuck you.
Queen of the bitches-I want to see your-
(At this point in the conflict, her fat son managed to break the bench he was sitting on almost in two.)
Frank(He actually just stared at her but he said in his mind-Oh look, a period to your fucking sentence. Get the fuck out of my stroe and do not come back.
Frank is the man.
The End.
Well she came back today. This time she was ready for all out war, seriously.
Me-Good afternoon ma'am
Queen of the bitches-I want shoes for my son, they have to be cheap and name brand.
(This is theoretically impossible first of all, Nike Rebok, New Balance are our most popular name brands and they all cost over 50 bucks.)
Me-I'll see what I can do, what can I get you?
Queen of the bitches-My son here needs soccer cleats
(at this point this mammoth of a child plods in and sits down on the benmch panting and sweating even though the air conditioning was going full blast and they had been walking around the store for at least an hour)
Me-(pointing to the display wall)Well these here are what we have. I'm afraid we don't have many left because soccer season is over
Queen of the bitches_I know damn well what season it is!(she reaches for a cleat that's over a year old. It's marked down to five dollars because the only sizes we had left were 13 and 14)
Queen of the bitches_Give me this one is size nine. Make sure there's no dirt on it and that no one else has worn it. (WTF?)
Me-I can look for that but I can't promise that no one else has worn them.
Queen of the bitches-(realizing that she just said something incedibly stupid)Just get them
Me-Right away
( I proceeded to the place in the back stockroom where the cleats were. What a surprise! There are no 9s left!)
Me-We don't have any size nines left
Queen of the bitches-Then why do you have them on display? You should have them if they're on display here.
Me-Yes we do have them but not in size nine
Queen of the bitches-What do you have?
Me-Size 13 and 14
Queen of the bitches-Fine I'll get another brand, Nike is shit anyway.
(She picks out another shoe that costs four dollars more)
Queen of the bitches-Get me this one in size nine.
(This goes on for about an hour, we have over thirty different types of soccer cleats all of them ranging from 5 dollars to about 60. She finally gives up and decides to stop being a cheap bitch and picks a 50 dollar pair.)
(Now this is where everything falls to shit. Matt happened to be helping another customer who wanted the cleats that the queen had initially picked. But he wanted them in size 13. So as the queen is leaving Matt comes out and hands the guy the cleats she wanted but four sizes bigger than what she wanted. She freaks out of course and demands to bitch to my manager)
Queen of the bitches-I want to talk to your manager.
Me-Alright. (Lucky for me, my awesome manager Frank was working today and he doesn't take shit from anyone.I've translated what Frank really said to what he wanted to say)
Frank-What the fuck do you want now bitch?
Queen of the bitches-I wanted those cleats(points to the 6-foot college soccer player trying on the 13s) and this young man, (points to me) said that you didn't have any. But that man over there has them. I want a pair too.
Frank-Well lets see what size this 6-foot bastard ova here is trying on. Doesn't look like a 9. Nope it's not. You're a stupid fucking bitch.
Queen of the bitches-Are there any in the stockroom?
Frank-Spawn?
Me-No, only 13s and 14s.
Frank-See bitch? Try listening to the people who fucking work here and actually know something about the fucking store. Now shut up and get the fuck out.
(But she wasn't going down without a fight. She decided that her authority placed her above me. She ordered me to go and check again. When I returned empty-handed again she demanded to see the general manager.)
Frank-I am the general manager bitch. Watcha gonna do now? Huh? Fuck you.
Queen of the bitches-I want to talk to the district manager
Frank-Well it appears that he's not inb this store seeing as how there are 300 on the island alone and there's only one of him. Fuck you.
Queen of the bitches-Call the Moddels company.
Frank(he said something really long and confusing to this but it was the equivilant to) Fuck you.
Queen of the bitches-I want to see your-
(At this point in the conflict, her fat son managed to break the bench he was sitting on almost in two.)
Frank(He actually just stared at her but he said in his mind-Oh look, a period to your fucking sentence. Get the fuck out of my stroe and do not come back.
Frank is the man.
The End.