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Not Gifted In The Art Of Returns

CLOTHING STORE | CO, USA | AT THE CHECKOUT, BAD BEHAVIOR, CRAZY REQUESTS

(While starting up my medical program, I am working at an outdoor style clothing store, which is a person’s name and not just initials or a place, in the mall. We are pretty busy, resulting in me being stuck on the register since I am the fastest at it. I am the team leader for the current shift when this guy comes in with a hand full of socks, two shirts, and a pair of jeans. With him is a reasonably attractive blond, who I believe is his wife, since they have matching wedding bands on.)

Me: “Hey, how are you? What can I do for you?”

Him: “Well, my secretary got me all this stuff for my birthday and none of it is my style. I have never shopped at [Store] before and I don’t intend to. Not to mention none of these fit.”

Me: “Oh, no problem. Do you happen to have the receipt or gift receipt?”

(The man sighs, tapping the jeans with the palm of his hands.)

Him: “No, why would I? It was a gift. I told you that.”

Me: “Which is why I asked if you had a gift receipt. It’s all good, though. I can still get these returned for you. I don’t remember any of these having a sale outside of our coupons.”

(I ring everything up, coming up with a decent amount, and let him know.)

Me: “So, no, nothing was on sale, so I can give you the full price of it all. However, I can only do a gift card or a merchandise credit.”

Him: “WHAT?! Just give me the cash!”

Me: “I cannot do that. The register doesn’t even give me the option to do that. I will, unfortunately, also need your driver license to finalize the return.”

Him: “This is absolutely uncalled for! I am NOT giving your my license! I am NOT taking store credit! I told you I NEVER SHOP HERE! There is NOTHING you have that I want! I want to talk to who’s in charge!”

Me: “Hello, that’s me.”

(I smile and wave at him like an anime character.)

Him: “This is absolute bull-s***! You are an a**-hole! I can’t believe you don’t want to help me!”

Me: “I am helping you. You just don’t want the help.”

(At this point he grabs everything, while still screaming about how the ‘Return Anything Without A Receipt’ sign is a lie, so I point out where it says ‘Store Credit.’ As he’s screaming profanities at this point, I tell him he needs to leave or I’m having the police escort him out, since they have officers walking the mall. He hands the items to his arm candy, and he can’t help but scream one more time.)

Him: “I am NEVER shopping here again!

Me: “According to you, you never shopped here to begin with! You’re kind of like a vegetarian boycotting KFC: It doesn’t matter.”

NESguerilla posted:

but that guy was expelled twice for selling drugs in the middle of class.

Thin Privilege posted:

Why the gently caress would you make it completely obvious what store it is and then still write [store]??

jodai posted:

How can anyone think stabbing someone in the eye with a pen is justified or something that people eventually just forget? I think that troper has not had a lot of human contact and maybe just fantasizes about being bullied.

Thin Privilege posted:

Why the gently caress would you make it completely obvious what store it is and then still write [store]??

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

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A True story....

A man from Norfolk VA, called a local radio station to share this on Sept 11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001.

His name was Robert Matthews. These are his words:

A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently.. We had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight.. both very upset, we drove home..

I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the flight.

My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me; he was going to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I have to do something.'

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his mind was made up. Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my grandchild. Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he died while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got to say good-bye.

Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple with a small child.
The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'

He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World Trade Center and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been the one to find his wife and free her. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He then said, 'there is something else you need to know.'

His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.

Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to thank him themselves ..

When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor of the man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live. This story should help us to realize this: God is always in control.

We may not see the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of heaven, but God is ALWAYS in control.

Please take time to share this amazing story. You may never know the impact it may have on someone... God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good. His love endures Forever. Psalm 136:1

cash crab posted:

90% of STDH txt from tumblr is about black people and their comedic value, which is weird IMO

ZDar Fan posted:

A religious Facebook forward an acquaintance posted


I know that this is a common refrain amongst certain sects of Christianity, but I can't get over the belief that if he hadn't said the magic words and accepted Jesus, this (fictional) fireman who died saving people's lives wouldn't have been admitted to heaven.

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My bf and I were enjoying the sunset when we hear "Kissing couple, do you have a camera? The light is perfect behind you two. you need to get a picture." We turn and there a was a big black drag queen walking over to us with his hand out stretched. "Now go back over there and kiss again. What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic."

goose fleet posted:

A generic picture of a kissing couple:

http://imgur.com/gallery/lcpzlEl

The image description:


Never change, Imgur

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

There is only one type of comedy that is better than "A big black person existed and was big and black (but I didn't get mugged!)", and that is "Look at me, I'm saying big black person things, but I'm actually small and white!"

ZDar Fan posted:

A religious Facebook forward an acquaintance posted


I know that this is a common refrain amongst certain sects of Christianity, but I can't get over the belief that if he hadn't said the magic words and accepted Jesus, this (fictional) fireman who died saving people's lives wouldn't have been admitted to heaven.

Verisimilidude posted:

Hmm, the big, black drag queen didn't say "yo dawg" or call them "lil niggas" which has me questioning the legitimacy of this on an entirely different level.

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Here's a Real Life Troper Tales example, passed on to me by my old college room-mate, from his father. His father was in the navy, and one day his ship was doing a port visit in Greece. One of his shipmates liked to live up to the old cliche of sailors who get drunk on shore leave and try to pick fights with locals for the pure fun of it. This idiot also fancied himself a bit of a martial artist. So he got himself good and buzzed, went up to a small group of tough-looking local Greek citizens, and proceeded to do a bunch of amateurish karate poses, while calling out insults to their mothers in a mixture of extremely bad Greek, English, and whatever other languages he'd picked up a few choice profanities from in a hundred dockside bars. Too bad his Greek wasn't better, or he might have noticed the huge "Pan-Hellenic Kung-Fu Tournament" banner hanging on the building behind the locals he had decided to pick a fight with. Yes, he managed to find THREE random citizens who could kick a sailor's rear end. During the three weeks it took him to recover from his injuries in sickbay, his shipmates kept coming up to him and saying, "So...I hear you know a few moves of Karate, huh?"

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In middle school, this troper kicked a guy for apparently insulting my friend. I walked off thinking I had simply kicked the inside of his thigh, above the knee. Imagine my surprise when I'm called down to the principle's office and find out that I had actually kicked the guy in the jewels.

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Not sure if this is an example, but here goes: this troper's friend's father lived in London and was going to work when the IRA (Irish Republican Army) blew up the entrance to his workplace building. But he needed to retrieve important documents from his workplace to save them from being burnt. So at first he just tried to walk in, but a fireman came up to him and said "I'm sorry, sir, you can't get inside." The father replied "But I need to retrieve my stuff there!" When the fireman refused a second time, the father then took the fireman's helmet, wore it himself, and said something along the lines of "Screw it, I'm getting inside and you're not going to stop me." Into a burning building. Badass, that is.

NESguerilla posted:

God bless internet STDH stories for keeping the beloved magic negro archetype alive. Also Hollywood.

Khazar-khum posted:

jewels

jodai posted:

I guess this might be subjective but that kiss looks so awkward and the lighting is kinda lovely so maybe it was just some weirdo who might have also been big and/or black and/or a drag queen but it's not like being any of those things somehow gives you better taste. Some relative probably took the pic and they might have even said all that poo poo but they weren't right.

sweeperbravo posted:

Lol, just went and looked at it, it looks like she is standing there still as possible while he kissesher

Khazar-khum posted:

Helmet

Khazar-khum posted:

Helmet

NESguerilla posted:

but that guy was expelled twice for selling drugs in the middle of class.

Verisimilidude posted:

Hmm, the big, black drag queen didn't say "yo dawg" or call them "lil niggas" which has me questioning the legitimacy of this on an entirely different level.

NESguerilla posted:

Then this BLACK guy walked in and was like "cho foo you I be straight blingy yo holla" and started jumping around like a gorilla, and all I could think was oh god please don't rob me or shoot me and I poo poo my pants and started crying. Then he reached into his backpack and pulled out the same hitsune miku squishy boob mouse pad that I was using and I realized that we were kindred spirits. I guess what I am saying is don't be racist guys. One love!