As long as I've been slaving away behind the counter, I've amazingly never actually taken back a box of condoms. (Probably becuase we don't sell that many - most of ours get stolen before they can be sold!)
Well, today was a historic first for this intrepid wage slave. Some over-sexed twenty-something returned a box of condoms.
As per usual, I was trying to hold down the desk by myself during the afternoon rush and getting so hungry I could hear my stomach when the line backs up behind one old bat who has to dig around in her purse for HER pen to sign the refund slip. Then she has to have me write with the pen to see "how nice it writes." And she has to tell me that it is a Wal-Mart pen. Lady, it's still cheap plastic crap.
The girl behind her keeps looking up from her Sidekick and rolling her eyes at this conversation. When the old bird finally goes, she waits for me to greet her and then steps up really close to the counter.
She's got a junky hair dryer -- and great hair -- and one item she's obviously not too anxious to take out of the bag. "Could you leave that one in the bag? It's personal?"
It's the Trojans. Size Large. Ummm. Ooooookaaaaaay. I've handled more Vagisil from scammers than you will ever know. And returned more bras, panties and ladies underthings than any Victoria's Secret drone. But whatever makes you happy.
The hair dryer is defective.
And I can't resist asking about the condoms "Is there anything wrong with this item ma'am?" The answer?
"My man he need a bigger size."