
Me (holding a pair of jeans that weren't exactly what I was looking for): Do you have these jeans, but without the design on the pocket?
Her (20something sales clerk): Over here, what size?
Me: 32/34
Her (handing the jeans I wanted to me as I set the ones I didn't want on the shelf where we were both standing):
Awww,
nooooooooo! (Foot stomp, full shoulder shrug and look of complete contempt with exaggerated audible sigh)
Me (look of total disbelief): Don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?
Her (still completely flummoxed -- slowly trying to regain her composure): You wanna know why I said that?
Me: No, not really. I'm just trying to buy some jeans.
Her: Because I was told that whoever puts pants back in the wrong slots would be fired.
Me: Well I don't work here.
Her (angry and sneering): I KNOW you don't work here, but I do and this is MY bread and butter (turns back and starts walking away)
Me: Well, I think you're being kind of rude
Her (turning around): Well, I think YOU'RE being rude to me! (storms off)
Me to Michael (as I place the jeans deep into a pile where they do not belong): Well, I'm not going to be buy something here. Let's go.
Me to Her (who is near the front door now): Good luck finding that pair!