I only worked eight hours today, but I saw more of the unwashed trash of humanity than I ever really cared to see.
Remember these people? Yeah. Mr. White Trash came back in today, with a NEW load of stuff. This looked like it had been grazed from the shelves of a Wal-Mart. Sheets, DVDs, expensive cosmetics. And a $65 box set of "The Sopranos." Funny how not one individual item in that bag he had was under $10. And the bag was chock full of "gifts" people had bought him.
So I tell him he can get store credit, but I need a drivers license. "Well, I don't have mine," he says. "But I called the store and they said that as long as I know the number, it will be OK."
Uh-huh. That's a load of horse feathers. One woman who answers the phone is Cuban and doesn't give out information. She just transfers people to places at random. The other one knows what to tell you. And she ain't gonna tell you that.
So I start scanning the stuff to see how much he's trying to take us for. When I hit the "Sopranos" box set, which rings up at $65, I'm like "This isn't going to happen. You're trying to return more than $150 worth of merchandise. You're going to have to bring in your DL."
He knows he's been busted. I'm like "Let me bag this back up for you." He scrams.
Those crooked fools might have the merchandise, but stolen DVDs won't feed them, or buy crack!