shouting from trucks
The first incident included a woman who purchased a hamster for her granddaughter who was, �a bit rough with it,� and decided that it needed to be returned after it bit her. Well, apparently in the Commonwealth of Kentucky you cannot return a live animal to a pet store because it could be diseased, when it was returned to the cage or tank with the others of it�s kind the contagion would spread and that would be bad. I get that. The woman returning her hamster didn�t get it.
I had to call the manager over that part of the store to come and tell her that. She didn�t just get a manager; she got Carol. Carol is nothing if she isn�t no-nonsense. You don�t mess with her and you sure as hell do not get �white trash� with Carol. Carol put this old woman in her place and had her packing her �cousin of the rat� (as Carol called it) out with her.
Why would you think you could return the animal your progeny abused to the store? Why not ask for a refund on the parenting skills you got because those are what you wasted money on. It also makes perfect sense to me that you couldn�t return an animal for public health reasons. And, yes we are calling you, �dirty,� bitch.
The second adventure in filth I had today was an old man who tried to return the undergarments he was wearing. That to me was beyond vile. Why would you think that someone would want to repurchase them? Why didn�t you take them off at home and then put them back in the package? Did I ask those questions? Of course not, he was appalled that I would return them but declined to fill out a complaint form.
After work I got to sit in the back of CHRISTINE BUTLER�S truck while she drove erratically and shouted at folks. White trash girls showed us their undergarments and we had a grand time. We didn�t leave the parking lot but it was still a grand adventure for all involved. Only Christine would accelerate for a crosswalk.
