There are some truly horrible human beings out there. And honestly, most of them must roll through a Wal-Mart on a Sunday.
I was cashing a paycheck for these two teenagers when this man walked up and .. well, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is how it went down.
I'm cashing the check and the girl is complimenting me on my glasses. (Juicy Couture sunglasses with regular lenses, I do gots some style). Anyway, I see this man walk up.
The teenyboppers are just to the left of my register and my cash drawer opens up and I lean down to start counting out the money for her check when the man comes up, puts his hands on the counter, leans over and goes "I'm going to ask you a question!" in this real aggressive tone of voice.
ME: "Can you give me just one second sir to finish this check for these people?"
HIM: "No. I've got a problem right now." And the two girls sort of pull away from him and then give him a dirty look.
HIM: "You better get a (expletive) manager here right (expletive) now."
ME: "What do you need sir?"
HIM: "That hair cuttin' place down there, there ain't nobody in it."
ME: "Sir, Wal-Mart only rents that space to Regis. We do not staff it or manage it."
HIM: "There's a bunch of (expletive) people waiting to get their hair cut."
ME: "Sir, can you please just let me give this young lady her money and I can try to help you?"
HIM: "You better tell me the name of that place and a (expletive) manager and who (expletive) owns it."
ME: "Sir, Wal-Mart does not have any responsibility for that hair salon."
HIM: "Well you got your hair cut didn't you?" (And what does that have to do with anything?)
ME: "Not there."
HIM: "You better tell me who (expletive) owns it."
ME: "The name is SmartStyle, sir. The name is right above the door. It is owned by Regis." And he stomps off.
I apologize to the two girls WHO WERE STILL WAITING FOR THEIR MONEY. And the woman behind them goes "What was his problem? He already had an ugly haircut."