A custy bitch came into the store with her two teacup morkies on two separate 16 ft string Flexi leashes. She wanted to return two dog harnesses. "My morkies got out of them! How dare you sell dangerous merchandise!"
Of course the custy did not have a receipt. The manager handled the situation. She suggested to the custy that perhaps she did not fit them tightly enough on her morkies.
"No! No! I did!" the custy yelled. "They're defective! I heard it on the news that these harnesses have been recalled!"
The manager said that she knew the harnesses had not been recalled. She told the custy that the best she would do was give her store credit. "No! No! I want my cash back, because I will never shop here again!" But the manager was firm, and gave her the purchase price on a store gift card.
Custy pointed to a spot on the floor. "That is dog shit! Why don't you people clean it up?" The manager replied that it was a scuff mark that we were having trouble removing. "No! No! I know dog shit when I see it! This place is filthy! I'm going to report you!"
As she made her way to the door with her morkies, one of them pinched out a couple of turds on the floor.
Custy cackled and said, "HA! See - I told you so! Dogs shit in pet stores all the time!" and left us to clean up her morkie's shit.
--Polo-Necked Strip Mall Monkey