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Hardware Store
Sep. 9th, 2006 03:35 pmI need a new frying pan, so I went to the hardware store to price them. Naturally, just as I got there, some idiot decided he needed a crock pot or something, so I had to stand there in the aisle while he and an employee tore open the box to inspect it and stood there chatting about his plans for the his new purchase.
When the idiot finally decided he wanted the pot, he and the employee scampered off, leaving a ladder right in front of the frying pans. I used to work at a store, and we were forbidden to leave ladders in the aisle. But who am I to judge?
Anyway, I finally got to check out the frying pans. And guess what? They had one freaking pan! It was one of those tiny ones that costs way more than it should.
I got ticked off, because I'd waited for nothing, so I turned to leave. About that time, an employee finally decides I might want to, oh, BUY something, and walks over to ask if I have any questions. So I relate the whole "I need a frying pan, but you seem to be out" saga, and his response--"What's that?" Not "What's a frying pan," but rather "I didn't hear a word you said. You have to say everything again."
Needless to say, I left without buying the little frying pan. Say what you will about Wal-Mart, but if I lived close to one, I'd have the freaking frying pan right now, and I could make eggs.
When the idiot finally decided he wanted the pot, he and the employee scampered off, leaving a ladder right in front of the frying pans. I used to work at a store, and we were forbidden to leave ladders in the aisle. But who am I to judge?
Anyway, I finally got to check out the frying pans. And guess what? They had one freaking pan! It was one of those tiny ones that costs way more than it should.
I got ticked off, because I'd waited for nothing, so I turned to leave. About that time, an employee finally decides I might want to, oh, BUY something, and walks over to ask if I have any questions. So I relate the whole "I need a frying pan, but you seem to be out" saga, and his response--"What's that?" Not "What's a frying pan," but rather "I didn't hear a word you said. You have to say everything again."
Needless to say, I left without buying the little frying pan. Say what you will about Wal-Mart, but if I lived close to one, I'd have the freaking frying pan right now, and I could make eggs.
