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Allow me to clear up, for all you fine consumers, what it is like for the person in the department store when you come in to buy something.
c=customer
r=retailer
c: Excuse me do you work here?
r: (wearing bright red apron or blue vest or something of that nature) Yes.
c: I'd like to put a lightbulb in this light and try it out to see what kind of light it puts out.
r: ................ (thinks inwardly: It'll put out as much light as the bulb you choose you fucking dolt.)
r: there's an electrical socket over there. (go stick your finger in it>)
That was just one example of the assenine things people do in department stores.
Here's another one.....
c: I'd like to buy this futon, a computer desk, and an armoire.
r: Sure thing, hold one one second and I'll get a flatbed to put it on.
(retailer goes to get a flat for the customer)
(retailer loads up the furniture and takes it to the front of the store so the customer can get rung up.)
(customer is in line)
c: You'll give me a hand getting all this into my car, right?
r: Sure, no problem
(customer pays and the two walk out together.)
r: What kind of car do you have?
c: oh... a new bug... by volkswagon... do you think I should have brought the truck?
Need I say more?
So, I hope you all learned something from this, or at least got a laugh at the misfortune of others. For the sake of all those people who just wanna help you find what you want and go home, think before you shop.
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