Working Retail: Stories of the Underpaid - General

[QUOTE=Ese;32579372]I think most young people work retail at some point, but man, I don't feel sorry for anyone working past there mid 20's in retail without school or some type of career path going on in the background.[/QUOTE] I highly doubt I'll have my dream job by 25 seeing as I am still working on learning the language in this country, I was lucky to find a job that didn't require me to speak Danish. Don't judge people when you don't know their story.

I don't have any stories, but during the short time I worked at Five Guys Burgers and Fries, I learned how stupid people can be. People would come in and order a large fry for each person after I would explain that a large fry is literally an entire bag of french fries, and they would turn around and complain to the manager that it was too many fries. They would also order a hamburger and put cheese and bacon on it thinking it would be cheaper than just getting a bacon cheeseburger when in reality it was like an extra $.75 for each topping then get pissed at me and make me give them back their money. And finally the one thing I truly hated, those people who like to stand in line on a Friday night, busiest night of the week, and take 30 fucking minutes to pick out what kind of burger they want. I wish I could have jumped across the counter and strangled all of them.

[QUOTE=Ese;32579372]I think most young people work retail at some point, but man, I don't feel sorry for anyone working past there mid 20's in retail without school or some type of career path going on in the background.[/QUOTE] There are a lot of people at my work who are over their 20s. Some do it for money, some for something to do. I would hate to get old and be bored, so why not do something and get paid for it too. [editline]3rd October 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=TicklishUncle;32605349]I don't have any stories, but during the short time I worked at Five Guys Burgers and Fries, I learned how stupid people can be. People would come in and order a large fry for each person after I would explain that a large fry is literally an entire bag of french fries, and they would turn around and complain to the manager that it was too many fries. They would also order a hamburger and put cheese and bacon on it thinking it would be cheaper than just getting a bacon cheeseburger when in reality it was like an extra $.75 for each topping then get pissed at me and make me give them back their money. And finally the one thing I truly hated, those people who like to stand in line on a Friday night, busiest night of the week, and take 30 fucking minutes to pick out what kind of burger they want. I wish I could have jumped across the counter and strangled all of them.[/QUOTE] I don't think you should have given their money back. If they ordered that then they should understand it. Or you should have just heard their order and suggested that they get A instead of B.

Chris Pirillo, but relevant [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VPoFxQW0jM[/media]

Oh man where do I start. The store I work at has a 90/10 ratio of bad to good customers. I'm not trying to be an ass, that's just how it is - most of them are elderly and have sticks rammed so far up their asses it's not even funny. I'd have to say my best (bad) story is about an older gentleman named Doug that frequents our store (Dollar General). He's a total ass and everyone knows it, but we all try to get along with him as best we can. Anyhow, one day I was working register, and he comes up to purchase TracFone minutes and a bunch of random shit. I took his card and scanned it through my register, accepted his payment and handed him his receipt. Fact: Dollar General prints your TracFone pin number on your receipt. The physical cards we carry are dummy cards just to show the cashier how many minutes you want (we have several different cards, ranging from $20 to $200). We use a little Rolodex type thing with all the TracFone sku numbers on it that we scan in order for the system to issue you a valid pin number. I point out to him that his pin number and activation information are on his receipt, wish him a nice day, and continue about my business up front. About two seconds later, he's fumbling around in his bag with a scowl on his face. Then he blurts out "Where's my card? I bought TracFone minutes, where's my card?!" Keep in mind I had just pointed out to him the TracFone information on his receipt not even a minute prior to this. I explain to him again that his TF information is on the receipt, point it out to him (again) and (again) wish him a pleasant day. All of the sudden he's furious. "Where the fuck is my card? I bought a goddamn TracFone card, where is it? How am I supposed to activate this shit if I don't have the card?" So I explain to him that the cards are dummies, and the information he seeks is printed on his receipt (again). He starts cussing me out, in front of a line of people (including small children), calling me a dumbass and wanting his "motherfucking phone card." I respond calmly, telling him "Sir, even if I gave you the card, you wouldn't be able to use it. It's a dummy. Your number is on your receipt, that's the one you need to use." He continues swearing at me, and by this time my manager is poking her head around the corner and asking me what the hell is wrong and why are there curse words echoing off every wall of the store. I tell Doug once more that I cannot give him the card, apologize, and start serving the next customer in line. He storms out of the store ranting on about false advertising and the Better Business Bureau and various other bullshit. The whole time I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing... it's hilarious to seen a grown man, at least sixty years of age, act like a two year old in public. My best customer is an elderly woman named Karen. She is an infrequent visitor, but every time she comes in she just lights up the whole store. She's extremely nice and polite to every employee and talks to us at length (actually talks to us, not bullshit about the weather or last night's high school football game). She once brought me a whole tin full of home made chocolate chip cookies just because I took two extra minutes to explain how a particular product worked to her. She's just that kind of lady. Probably one of the few customers that I'm genuinely happy to see whenever they come in. Another good story I have (one of my favorites) is when I helped out a gentleman from Mexico. The moment I came up to him, he introduced himself and went to shake my hand. He made it clear he spoke little English and if I didn't want to help him because of this, he'd understand. I felt a little sad because of this, so I did my best to help him out. Eventually we got it worked out that he wanted to know why his Net10 phone wasn't working properly. He told me that sometimes it would work, and sometimes it wouldn't. He wondered if this was because of the "sign." That was how he phrased it. I realized he meant signal, so I checked out his signal strength - it was nonexistent. I pointed this out to him, and suggested that he try to recalibrate his phone to the nearest cell tower. That was met with a blank stare, but eventually we got it figured out and understood. He took a step back, looked me over, and said this to me (his words): "Thank you sir, for helping me. People don't help me, I don't speak good English. It is a sad thing, but you helped me. Gracias." He did it with this look on his face like, finally someone would take the time out of their day to just stay and talk to me for a minute, all I needed was a little help - thank you. I felt pretty damn good for the rest of the day.

[QUOTE=Pocket Medic;32540507]Reading this thread makes me feel like I'm being judged whenever I go into anywhere retail.[/QUOTE] It really depends on what type of customer you are. From what I've learned from working 8 years in retail, I can easily say that the customer is the real reason we're bitter. If a customer comes up to me, and asks me something nicely, I'm willing to easily work with them. However, if you're going to come in and start barking orders and demanding things, I'm going to fuck with you. Another thing, don't try to be funny with us. As you can imagine, not everyday is a good day when you're rotating out 600 cartons of eggs for minimum wage. A guy came up to me before, was a VERY bad day for me, and asked me a question. I answered it, and he looked at me and said, "Would it hurt you to smile for once?" I looked back at him and said, "Sir, I'm here to stock the shelves, not make your fucking day." I got into quite some trouble for that one. Old people, while some can be kind and interesting, are ultimately the worst. They will seriously fight you over a 35 cent off coupon. I understand times are tough, but if you're going to call a manager over by a single 35 cent off item, you've got some serious frugality issues.

Worked at Sears for a year. :smith: Just got a job at apple. :unsmith:

I have a fun one from the other day, mostly interesting because it's been a while since I've had a customer walk out in a huff on me. One of the cashiers mucked up on requesting some change for her drawer, she accidentally sent one as a cash strip instead of a increase so we had to take that out, then her one increase was for bills and coins, all she got was the bills so instead of calling to find out why she just zeroed out the received coins on the screen, which could of done a whole different manner of things that nobody knows what. And then there was mystery coins in with her increase that I may of or may not of accidentally put in there somehow. So while trying to figure this out we close her till down, which is closing the gate over and turning the light off, so I do this and I'm talking to her trying to figure out what happened for a good minute or two when a customer from the next lane over scoots his stuff over to her till, so I turn and say "Sorry sir, this till is closed" and he just sets his stuff back down and walks out, doesn't say anything to us and he was the next person in line for the other till anyway, shit made no sense.

[QUOTE=Ese;32579372]I think most young people work retail at some point, but man, I don't feel sorry for anyone working past there mid 20's in retail without school or some type of career path going on in the background.[/QUOTE] Do you have any idea what an entitled douche you sound like? Not everyone has rich parents that will pay for them to go to college for their dream of studying their dream job. Most people are poor as fuck and stuck working any job they can get to survive. A lot of people already have kids to support by their early 20s. You make it sound like you could just decide to be an astronaut or a biologist one day and "like, just, go do it man". Real world doesn't work like that. If nobody is willing to hire you for your dream job, YOU DON'T GET TO DO IT. You just take a shitty, miserable retail job to stay alive like everyone else.

[QUOTE=Used Car Salesman;32618933]Do you have any idea what an entitled douche you sound like? Not everyone has rich parents that will pay for them to go to college for their dream of studying their dream job. Most people are poor as fuck and stuck working any job they can get to survive. A lot of people already have kids to support by their early 20s. You make it sound like you could just decide to be an astronaut or a biologist one day and "like, just, go do it man". Real world doesn't work like that. If nobody is willing to hire you for your dream job, YOU DON'T GET TO DO IT. You just take a shitty, miserable retail job to stay alive like everyone else.[/QUOTE] You speak truth. I put myself through school and I still haven't got a good job and I'm STILL paying off my loans. Fuck rich kids.

One time i had a stripper (I only found out she was a stripper because she worked with my GM's ex-girlfriend) come up to me at the register. She stood there for a second, so after it was thoroughly akward having this woman just stand there and stare at me i asked "Can i get you anything?" She leaned close to the register and said to me "I bet you get a lot of sex with those eyes". Now, i like to think i can talk to women just fine, i have had my share of girlfriends...but i wasn't ready for this. I just froze up and stared back... Finally i managed to mumble "It...happens?" She stared for a bit longer then finally walked off and into the mall. I promptly walked into the back and decided i was done with the register for that day. I think i have some sort of affect on strippers though. Just a few weeks ago (When i worked at the food court in the mall, it was about 3 years ago, that's when Grill-Bot was made, and all the other terrible stories i have) anyhow, i was out at a bar with my friends celebrating our friend turning 21. He was the youngest so we'd all been pretty excited that after years of waiting he could finally join us. We're outside sitting on the patio, and there's a woman sitting on a bench next to our table. Eventually she just walks up and plops down on the open chair, and lights up a cigarette. She starts talking and finally i decide to be polite and introduce my friends and I, and ask her what her name is. She says it's "Candy"...then says that's not her real name, just her stage name. So immediately we're all just kind of like "Fuck, stripper's here to make everything weird." And she did. Now, i don't really like strippers...i don't really like the idea of paying for blue-balls, or having a women who has had her parts god knows where, shoving them in my face. I have the internet for naked women...so anyhow, she proceeds to make it awkward for everyone. She drunkenly starts yelling at us all to take shots...despite us not having any. She starts walking around kissing everyone on the cheek telling us her boyfriend (Who was in the bar...hidden only by some giant panes of glass) would be so pissed if she saw her. (If he didn't, he's got worse vision than Ray Charles). Then she gets up, and asks who the birthday boy is, since we'd made the mistake of saying why we were there. She then gets up and walks behind him, and shoves his head under her shirt (She wasn't ugly...but that wasn't exactly doing the guy a favor either...) Then, she goes to another friend and tells him to take his shot that had just been delivered. He says he's holding off...so she picks it up, starts to pour it on his face, and when he opens his mouth to finish it, she leans in and tries to shove her tongue in there. Then she stumbles over to me, kisses my cheeks and drunkenly slurs "I like this one best. I would marry him!" Then she sees her boyfriend heading out towards the patio and rushes off, leaving only a cloud of smoke, and the faint stench of whore, and booze. tl;dr:I'm going to marry so many strippers.

[QUOTE=Moreto;32618809]I have a fun one from the other day, mostly interesting because it's been a while since I've had a customer walk out in a huff on me. One of the cashiers mucked up on requesting some change for her drawer, she accidentally sent one as a cash strip instead of a increase so we had to take that out, then her one increase was for bills and coins, all she got was the bills so instead of calling to find out why she just zeroed out the received coins on the screen, which could of done a whole different manner of things that nobody knows what. And then there was mystery coins in with her increase that I may of or may not of accidentally put in there somehow. So while trying to figure this out we close her till down, which is closing the gate over and turning the light off, so I do this and I'm talking to her trying to figure out what happened for a good minute or two when a customer from the next lane over scoots his stuff over to her till, so I turn and say "Sorry sir, this till is closed" and he just sets his stuff back down and walks out, doesn't say anything to us and he was the next person in line for the other till anyway, shit made no sense.[/QUOTE] That seems very complicated just to get some change. We just plug it into a part on the computer, we put the money we want changing into a bag with a receipt and get someone to pick it up and change it for us at our change machine. [img]http://affordableshelving.com.au/new/zen2/images/DSC01537.JPG[/img] One of these things.

[QUOTE=Hana-San;32619174]That seems very complicated just to get some change. We just plug it into a part on the computer, we put the money we want changing into a bag with a receipt and get someone to pick it up and change it for us at our change machine.[/QUOTE] Well we have a pneumatic tube system, so we send tubes to the back to get the money and they send it back to us in the same way, it's safer and generally quite fast, but this was one of those rare times where a lot of stupid stuff happened all at once.

[QUOTE=Moreto;32619355]Well we have a pneumatic tube system, so we send tubes to the back to get the money and they send it back to us in the same way, it's safer and generally quite fast, but this was one of those rare times where a lot of stupid stuff happened all at once.[/QUOTE] We send money up those tubes. But by money I mean $100 and $50 notes. So if we get robbed we don't loose as much as we could. I put over $1000 in those bags sometimes. Makes money have very little meaning to me now though.

A customer came into my work (a museum gift shop), clearly irritated, with a bunch of his kids. He walked up to me and increasingly less calmly stated: "It's great these places like the zoo, museums etc. Until you get to the gift shop. Museum gift shops tear families apart." To this day I have no idea what in the fuck he meant. But all I could say was "I'll pass your comments on..." It did make for an entertaining day at work.

[QUOTE=Pilk;32622879]A customer came into my work (a museum gift shop), clearly irritated, with a bunch of his kids. He walked up to me and increasingly less calmly stated: "It's great these places like the zoo, museums etc. Until you get to the gift shop. [b]Museum gift shops tear families apart."[/b] To this day I have no idea what in the fuck he meant. But all I could say was "I'll pass your comments on..." It did make for an entertaining day at work.[/QUOTE] That quote has made my day. Thank you sir.

Everytime im in a gift shop now which isnt very often im going to tell the cashier that. Its like the sweet shops Do you pack your own fudge ? who packs the fudge here ? IS your fudge packed locally ?

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[QUOTE=Hana-San;32619757]We send money up those tubes. But by money I mean $100 and $50 notes. So if we get robbed we don't loose as much as we could. I put over $1000 in those bags sometimes. Makes money have very little meaning to me now though.[/QUOTE] Some weeks I handle about £10,000 which is almost a years ages wages for me, and I quite often handle £500.

[QUOTE=TJCTakSUn;32618691]Worked at Sears for a year. :smith: Just got a job at apple. :unsmith:[/QUOTE] I feel sorry for you. Have fun stomaching the bullshit you'll be feeding customers [editline]4th October 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Rosek;32629321]Some weeks I handle about £10,000 which is almost a years ages wages for me, and I quite often handle £500.[/QUOTE] The most I've handled at once was about $800 cash. Some guy came and bought a cell phone outright (no contract) and some accessories for it and then counted out 40 twenties and I was like "fuck dude I make this in a month and this guy is handing it to me all at once for a stupid phone". Pretty sure he was a drug dealer.

Handling lots of money doesn't make it lose meaning to me simply because it's not mine. It sure feels awesome fanning yourself with a wad of 50s though.

I did that once in front of a customer. It was a big purchase and he paid entirely in 20's so I laughed and said "This is the most cash I've ever held at once in my life." Then I started fanning myself with it and said "Sure has made my day, thanks for the donation. Now how would you like to pay for your purchase?" I was in a good mood. We laughed.

Our local banks let you take pictures with a few thousand euro in 500 € bills :v:

[QUOTE=Ven Kaeo;32633296]I did that once in front of a customer. It was a big purchase and he paid entirely in 20's so I laughed and said "This is the most cash I've ever held at once in my life." Then I started fanning myself with it and said "Sure has made my day, thanks for the donation. Now how would you like to pay for your purchase?" I was in a good mood. We laughed.[/QUOTE] Reminds me when I worked at Target for a short stint (The most I could manage without killing myself) A guy, maybe mid 40's walks in, makes a B-line for the video games and asks a coworker to open the case. Now I had nothing to do at the time so I walked over. This guy buys 1 of every game every game Xbox, playstation, portable and computer. He literally buys one of each. I fill the cart about mid-level with games (it seriously looked like we were looting the store) when he reaches down and on a whim grabs an Xbox 360 and plonks it down in the cart. While at the register, the guy sits quietly at we ring up over 100 games (and the xbox.) Just we we're finishing the guy tells us to stop then throws down a packet of skittles. I think he spent close to 6 or 7G's and didn't even fucking blink. He just paid, wished us a good day and wheeled out with a cart full of games. To this day I wonder what he did with all of them

He used them to entice children to his rape dungeon. And you helped him you sick bastard.

I don't see what everyones problems with working retail is. I've worked retail for over a year, and on more than once occassion people have sent in emails praising me. That made my bosses pretty happy and we can all joke around with eachother. If you're good towards the customers, so will they be towards you.

I gotta confess, I've never worked a regular retail job for an extended period of time, most of my life has been spent working in car dealership service departments. The last one actually paid less than most retail work. Even though it's not really retail, it left me with plenty of amusing stories. -As a tech I didn't get much contact with customers, but occasionally I had to deal with the "Sit in the passenger seat while I try to make the problem happen" routine. I remember this one college girl who was complaining of a shuddering feeling when she let out the clutch. Like an idiot I let her drive, and she runs the engine up to about 7000 rpm before dumping the clutch and burning rubber out of the lot. While I grab for my seat belt, she keeps a constant "You feel that? That? You know? Feel it? You know?" tirade and grinds gears through second and third. "I know it's not my driving, it happens for my friend too!" she insists as she pulls a 2-g U-turn in a parking lot and burns more rubber heading back to the shop. "Why, huh? Why? Why does it make this noise?" I muttered something about flywheel runout and kept my mouth shut until she pulled into the lot and slowed down enough for me to open the door and make a run for it. She got really mouthy and complained to the service reps about how unhelpful I was, but I think they understood that fearing for one's life doesn't make them very talkative. She ended up paying us about $2000 in parts and labor to replace the clutch and flywheel. -One of the service reps was the most corrupt, dishonest, greedy piece of shit I've ever known in my life. Off the top of my head: Putting drops of dirty oil in customer's transmission fluid samples to sell unnecessary work, altering employees work logs after the fact so we wouldn't get paid for our work on certain cars, pirating games/movies/music on company computers, taking money under the table for work and threatening/bullying other employees into doing it for free, conspiring with the manager to divert everyone else's performance rewards points to his account only, general bullying and being a raging asshole, and on multiple occasions going in after hours to use employee's tools (by which I mean MY tools) to work on his shitty truck. If you've ever been a tech, you know that you run the risk of getting your head busted open if you fuck with another guy's tools without asking. He eventually cost me my job when he lied about scheduling, then went and cried to the management about how I didn't show up on a Saturday that was never supposed to be mine in the first place. -Our lot was in a large depression in the terrain, so it was a short uphill climb to get out of the lot. During the winter the entire lot would ice over because the manager was a cheap asshole who didn't want to spend money on de-icer. So we'd all stand around up front and watch the semi trucks that deliver our parts stall out and slide backwards down the hill. Gotta love watching a semi jacknife and slide toward a row of new cars. At the end of the day we'd have competitions to see whose rear-drive cars and trucks could make it up the hill and onto the street on the first try. That was fun, you basically get up to speed in the flat parts of the lot and pray there's a gap in traffic for you to fly up into. -We had an employee who I swear was borderline retarded, and had this weird habit of taking his shirt off and throwing it over the stall when he took a dump. Being the assholes that we were, the other techs and I shut off the bathroom light, ran in and took the shirt. This kid comes out shirtless and spends a few minutes wandering around looking for his (hidden) shirt as we all laugh our asses off. He steals a tech's shirt out of the locker room and goes to lunch, and while he's gone we get some fishing line and hang his shirt off the roof support beams in the middle of the shop. Hilarity ensues when he comes back and sees his missing shirt hovering in midair. -This same employee once bought a total piece of shit pickup truck for a ridiculously high price in an attempt to impress some cute girl that worked in the body shop, because she apparently mentioned she liked trucks. This thing was the worst truck I've ever seen. The dashboard falls off when you open the glovebox, the leaf spring brackets are worn out, the bottom half of the transmission bellhousing is missing, and it only has 3 shock absorbers. 3 SHOCK ABSORBERS. He had it parked in the shop one day, and while the guys up front distracted him another tech and I stole the tailgate off the back of the truck and hid it. We let him freak out about his missing tailgate, and when he went to cry to the management we snuck it back onto the truck like nothing happened.

I work in a place where 2 of the 10 managers do their place and expect every other associate to do the rest of the work. If something doesnt get done all the blame gets put on 1 of my managers who is one of the nicest person working there. She looks after everyone to make sure theyre all right but she gets treated like shit there. We all do. The cashiers the other day all got written up for not making the sales goal for that day. My games manager yells at me for stuff lying around on the floor when it was dropped by the person mere seconds ago. He expects us to do various tasks when hes always in the back doing God knows what. The worst part about it is that he claims hes always out there helping us, which is bs since i have to learn whats new and whats happening from my co-workers who have to figure things out themselves as well. I work in the gaming department in the store FYE. It is a store with a small but semi-decent selection of games but the prices of some can be questionable(ie. Perfect Dark Zero at FYE = $10 while at gamestop its $2, bioshock 2 used at FYE is $20 while new at gs for $10 ????). Yeah our prices can be inflated by a lot when compared to our competitors. Recently they wanted us to try and get 8 reservations a shift for Call of Duty 3 and Battlefield 3. I always work the morning shift so theres very very few customers that come into the store during my shift so i always end up having 0 reservations for multiple shifts on end. They dont like that and tell me i need to perform better when all I get are the people who dont game that much, no customers at all, adults, or people who have already reserved it at gamestop (we have 2 game stops and 1 best buy in the mall. Yeah were not that notable when it comes to games). My friend on the other hand works the evening shift and can easily get 5-6 reservations since he works at the prime time. Fuck that shit... You know from day 1 they've been telling me service is key but i feel that sometimes to most of the managers working there its not about providing the service to people but just getting the money they need to make profit. The week of madden came out last year they were telling us that we needed to try and match those sales. The five co-workers and I were like wtf last year a big sports game comes out and you want us to match it with nothing but system sales? Yeah I dont get my managers sometimes. service service service. thats what they tell me and Ive gotten numerous compliments from people that i am one of the most helpful people in the store yet my managers dont care they just want their reservations to make themselves look good and be #1. I dont like that. Service is what brings people back. Im leaving soon to hopefully get a job else where cuz im tired of the messed up management there.

[QUOTE=Esrange;32634518]Reminds me when I worked at Target for a short stint (The most I could manage without killing myself) A guy, maybe mid 40's walks in, makes a B-line for the video games and asks a coworker to open the case. Now I had nothing to do at the time so I walked over. This guy buys 1 of every game every game Xbox, playstation, portable and computer. He literally buys one of each. I fill the cart about mid-level with games (it seriously looked like we were looting the store) when he reaches down and on a whim grabs an Xbox 360 and plonks it down in the cart. While at the register, the guy sits quietly at we ring up over 100 games (and the xbox.) Just we we're finishing the guy tells us to stop then throws down a packet of skittles. I think he spent close to 6 or 7G's and didn't even fucking blink. He just paid, wished us a good day and wheeled out with a cart full of games. To this day I wonder what he did with all of them[/QUOTE] What. the. ever. loving. fuck. [editline]5th October 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Zeraux;32635952]I don't see what everyones problems with working retail is. I've worked retail for over a year, and on more than once occassion people have sent in emails praising me. That made my bosses pretty happy and we can all joke around with eachother. If you're good towards the customers, so will they be towards you.[/QUOTE] Most customers don't give you a chance to be good to them. At any rate we shouldn't have to be nice to get the customer to be nice. We're helping THEM. They should be fucking nice to us. They're asking for our help not the other way around. When I go anywhere to shop for anything I am an absolute saint to the customers working there because I know what it's like now.

Since it's October, we at Party City have been getting more and more festive by the day. So, today, a coworker and I both grabbed various accessories and made ourselves into pirates. To get even more into character, I put on an "English" accent and talked to customers in said accent. I went up to one woman and asked her if I could help her find anything. Instead of answering me, she just started laughing. Confused, I just smiled and said "Alright, just let me know if I can help you with something." At that, she laughed even harder. Feeling awkward, I walked away to help other customers. Several minutes later, I had doubled back and ran into the laughing woman again. She was looking at the Costume Wall, so I asked her if I could pull a costume for her to try on. All of a fucking sudden, she starts laughing hysterically. And she's not just laughing, she's hyperventilating and her face is turning this awful shade of red. Needless to say, I backed the fuck away and left her alone until she left. Seriously, what the fuck is so funny about an accent? I mean, I would understand a giggle, but [I]this?[/I] wtc