Okay, I have a pretty little watch that has needed a battery for aeons, so I figured I'd handle it while on a random swing by Wal Mart.I hereby dub the lady at the jewelry counter the most unhelpful jewelry counter lady EVER.
Lady: (mumbling, barely audible, and unconcerned) Canihelpyou.
Me: (Bright and cheery despite her nonchalance) Hi! May I get a new watch battery please?
Lady: (Takes my watch, looks at it briefly, then hands it back) You didn't get this here.
At this point, I'm not taken aback or anything. A while ago, I went to a Wal Mart for a watch battery change, and the person said she couldn't put it in herself, but sold me the battery and gave me the little pop-off tool to do so myself.
Me: Oh, okay. But can you give me something to help me so that I can do it myself?
Lady: No, 'cause you didn't buy yo' watch from here.
Me: (A little perplexed now) What? So, you can't even sell me a watch battery?
Lady: (rolls her eyes and sighs) What kind of battery you need?
Me: (starting to seethe inwardly, exasperatedly blinking) How long have you had this policy? I mean, I've bought a watch battery and had help changing it at a Wal Mart before.
Lady: (unblinking) We had this policy for a while now.
I begin to unsuccessfully pop off the back of my watch with my thumbnail to see what kind of battery I needed. I mean, how many different kinds of watch batteries are there? Fearing a broken nail (which would have increased my exasperation), I stop. I lost hope in unhelpful lady and walked off in search of the toilet paper aisle muttering "This is ridiculous."
I'm usually kind of like 'whatever' about stuff like that, but this time, for some reason, a part of me rose up and wanted to go off on old girl (sans profanity) and demand justice. I felt a rare tide of ghettoness rising up in me. What? I know you ain't talkin to me like you crazy. GIMme that watch battery pop-off thing 'fore I pop off on yo' head, must be crazy talkin' 'bout some "We had this policy for a while" like you can't sell me no watch battery and I'm at Wal Mart. Ol' UNHELPFUL behind.
Though I walked away calmly muttering, deep down inside, there was a teeny-tiny Rumpelstiltskin-esque miniature me stamping her feet, throwing a tantrum, sobbing hysterically, "I WANT MY WATCH BATTERY!"
Okay, it's over. I can officially move on now.
5 comments:
just promise that if you ever do that, there will be a video. lol!
oh yes, we would definitely be needin' to see a video of THAT, oh your chantellness! LOL
:-) The best way to handle that is to ask to speak to the manager and stress how unhelpful the person was. You know how I am about telling on people...that kind of behavior is not just for the ghetto. It can be put into everyday use. ;-)
kf
You're right, k. I should have womaned up and gone to the manager. I was trying to channel you because I knew you would've. Any reasonable person within their rights would have/could have done that. Nothing ghetto about that.
It's just that part of me wanted to get ghetto. You know how people just completely wile out? I wanted to do that. Just once.
Maybe I should go back to the Wal Mart and do it the right way. And if the same lady is there, I'll have material for part II.
I about peed my pants laughing at this. Seriously.
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