Lisa went into a shop this afternoon to pick something up so I bought something also. When we got home, I opened the package and found that the trinket I bought was broken so I grabbed the reciept and headed back down for an exchange. No big deal, shit happens, you know?
I explained to the owner the problem, gave him the reciept and smiled. He then pointed to the sign that said "No refunds or exchanges".
I quit smiling. "Naw, you don't want to be pissing me off now, man."
"Is that a threat you are making, Boss?"
"Yup. Uh-huh." I was looking around for shit to start breaking.
"Perhaps we can work something out. After all, it is not your fault." Turns out Hari the Hindu was a pretty reasonable guy after all.
It's always good to negotiate these things ;-)
ReplyDeleteBoy, we sure are having fun with that Xanax ain't we now.........lmao
ReplyDeleteYou spoke their language-force.
ReplyDeleteWirecutter, sometimes I laugh till I cry at the shit you do. Keep it up. It's the only real sanity left in this world.
ReplyDeleteI have found that maintaining a calm demeanor while getting your point across is most effective.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, thank God for xanax, AngryMike.
yeah it would be pretty bad if you tripped and took out a display case.
ReplyDeleteXanax count, wirecutter? Got a friend who's offered to share just to keep the stories coming...
ReplyDeleteAnd the big mirror behind the display case, Doug. That would cover the 25 bucks I was out, huh?
ReplyDeleteWiserangel - I'm down to about 70 now, about another weeks' worth if I keep conserving them.
You're going to be so much fun when you run out. Did he give you any refills?
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