Me: "Can I help you?"
Person: "Do you carry school uniforms?"
Me: "No sorry we do not."
Person: "Do you know who does...can you find out?"
Me: "No, I have no idea and no I can not find out."
Seriously! Can I find out? Idiot, get on the internet and look it up asshat.
Person: "I don't like this...where do I put it?"
Up your ass! Where do you think you put it? Could it be the cart in front of you with all the other clothes I am hanging up?
Phone rings...
Me: "Can I help you?"
Person: "Do you have these pants in a size 14 and if you do can you put them on hold?"
Me: "Yes, but we can not put them on hold for they are clearance."
Person: "Why did you bother checking then?"
First off I did not know they were clearance till I checked, also to tell you we had them and we have a few so get your stupid ungrateful ass in here and buy them you rag.
Phone rings...
Me: "Can I help you."
Person: "Do you change watch batteries?"
Me: "No we do not."
Person: "Oh do you know who does?"
Me: "Northtown Mall does at the watch kiosk don't remember the name of it."
Person: "Oh, can you tell me how to get there?"
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Am I fucking map quest? Am I google earth? Look it up bitch! LOOK IT UP! FUCK!
Person: "I see these thigh highs come in XL, but you only have large...I am really offended that you do not have a bigger size....I am going to write Target, this is offensive."
REALLY! This is what you decide to get offended about? REALLY! Your life must be fucking boring you ugly cunt. Never mind all the hate in the world to get offended by, you choose thigh highs...well I am offended by your ugly face and I am going to call your parents and let them know.
When you call and ask if I can check and see if we carry a certain item and I ask what is the item your next sentence to me should be what the item is...do not start rattling off the DPCI to it I do not have my PDA ready...so tell me what the fuck it is first let's start there...because then I won't have to find you and punch your eyes in. Do as I ask.
I have mentioned this before, stop fucking starting off the sentence by telling me your first and last name! I DO NOT KNOW YOU! You sound so stupid.
So, our fitting rooms are set up with me in the middle at a desk and a woman's room to my left and the men's right in front of me...
Person: "Where is the men's fitting room?"
Kacie: "Ummm, right behind you."
The person turns and looks, walks over to it then turns to Kacie...
Person: "How do you get in there?"
Kacie" You walk in."
There is nothing else we can do for you......
Also, There is giant signs that say "Womens" and "Mens" WHY THE FUCK DO WOMEN ALWAYS GO INTO THE WRONG ONE! Why are you fucking stupid! Why do you make me want to hurt you? READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is this woman who comes in and she always goes to the mens, I have to call after her to get out and go to the womans...then she always leaves her clothes in there and never brings them out and I want to go to her house and shit all over her floors.
Also, is the same amount of time it took you to come out and actually hand me the number ticket you can bring me your clothes as well you mindless twats!
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