I'm bumping along Saturday afternoon doing returns, cleaning, putting away reshops, etc., when the Photo Center woman comes up to my register. She's holding something and escorting a customer.
Apparently, the customer had bought three ink jet cartridges for her work printer and they were all the wrong size. Worse, she allegedly opened all three packages in order to store them in the cubbyholes. It wasn't until they tried the first one that it was discovered they don't fit.
So she brings them back for an exchange.
She's got the receipt; I start work. I print three defective slips and give the three out-of-the-box packages and the defective slips to the Photo Center woman. I put the tape gun right in front of her. She doesn't do anything with them. **sigh**
I keep working and hit PRICE OVERRIDE to sell the woman three new printer cartridges. She notices the new ones are cheaper and I look at my screen and tell her that the ones she bought were $28 something and the new ones are just $19. About this time, photo girl comes out of her stupor and goes "Oh, am I supposed to do something with all this?"
She starts trying to work the tape gun and fails miserably, mainly because the tape guns Wal-Mart gives us to work with are crap and the tape we use is cheap. She makes a remark in front of the customer "I can't even use a tape gun. Look at all this tape. It is like a rope."
I'm trying to get find a clear space for the woman to sign the refund slip and get a bag for the three new printer cartridges when I notice her shirt - Erotixxx Adult Superstore. Then the customer makes a remark "Yeah. We sell stuff like that in our shop. Tape. Ropes. But I'm not really into S&M. I'm more a leather girl."
Middle-aged woman. 240+ pounds. Doughy, lumpy, chunky. Bad skin. Like every other porn-store worker you ever saw. Imagine that wearing a leather corset and thigh-high lace-up leather boots.
Now go burn your brain. PS: She was NOT Reubenesque!