This story was originally posted on December 03, 2009
First off, let me say that in the near five years I've been in the work force, I've experienced nearly all types of Retail Hell. I've been in fast food, large chain stores, bar tending, and currently a large discount store. That being said, I make sure to be an extra-nice customer everywhere I go.
Now, I'm 30 weeks pregnant, and I was really jonesing for some fresh pineapple after my doctors appointment, and I was out of soda. I decided to go to the new grocery store in town since they still have some pretty decent grand opening deals.
I retrieved my items (one pineapple, and one case of store brand soda) and was moving to get into the express lane, when a big ghetto bitch with her rude ass friends and seemingly adorable daughter run in front of me with a FULL FUCKING CART of groceries (that were needless to say, purchased with food stamps).
In my mind, I'm screaming "FUCK YOU BITCH! THIS PINEAPPLE AND SODA ARE HEAVIER THAN YOUR FUCKING DOOR KNOCKER SIZED HOOP EARRINGS!!! WHAT KIND OF PERSON CUTS A PREGNANT WOMAN WITH 2 GODDAMN ITEMS IN LINE????!!!!"...but being the generally courteous person I am, I said nothing.
Then ghetto momma and her witchy friends just gossip about the magazine covers, not even paying attention to the child in the cart. This child is trying very hard to grab some frosted cakes displayed to the left that someone had obviously worked hard making...then it happened.
A frosted and decorated carrot cake fell off of the shelf and onto the floor, ruining the decorations and breaking the packaging. The mom turned around and put the cake on the conveyor, so I thought maybe she was going to be taking responsibility for her unsupervised child's actions by purchasing the cake....boy howdy was I wrong.
As the cashier was about to ring up the cake (that was dropped in her sight) she said "Oh hell no, we don't want that...I just picked it up because SOMEONE dropped it."
SO I FUCKING LOST MY SHIT!
I don't work here, so I can yell at whoever the fuck I want.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but not just anyone dropped it. Your child, who you decided not to watch dropped that cake. I saw it, she saw it, and you saw it, so how's about YOU PAY FOR THAT CAKE! Are you fucking aware that every item that gets thrown away unpaid for that is damaged by assholes like you and their children loses the store money! AND WHEN THE STORE LOSES MONEY NICE PEOPLE LIKE THIS YOUNG LADY GET EVEN LESS HOURS WORKING FUCKING THANKLESS JOBS SERVING WELFARE SLOBS LIKE YOU! GUESS WHAT, THOSE FOOD STAMPS YOU'RE USING COME OUT OF HER PAYCHECK, AND MINE! IT'S NOT FREE FUCKING MONEY!"
The bitch stared at me like she was about to knock me out, and her daughter started crying, but damn it she paid for that cake.
I might've been a little bit harsh, even bitchy, but the girl at the register was appreciative that I said everything she was thinking.
I have plenty more retail hell stories, but I think I'll save them for another day.
--Retail Slut of 5 years, Stevie
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