electronics department

Day One Hundred And Forty-Three

-Moments before clocking in for my shift, I stopped by the restroom, only to find the sink full of freshly-minted ice cubes. I have no choice but to take this as an omen and run with it, discerning what it foretells as I go.

-A large and lumbering man stopped in the middle of his purchase to ask in a grave voice if I was “much of a movie guy.” I nodded, unwittingly prompting his lengthy diatribe against the new “It” movie, specifically the ending, which I had hoped to experience myself first. He told me that he was deeply shaken by the ending, but could not believe that the studio would pull such a surprising move. I find this hard to swallow myself, as I have little doubt that this man was the character inspiration in the first place.

-I rang up a stack of folders adorned with a gorgeous emblem. Curious what sort of cutesy one-liner these portfolios may be sporting, I took a moment to read what it has to say. Scrawled across the folders in golden, shimmering, cursive curls was the word, “FOLDER.” I have a great appreciation for whoever decided to ensure no miscommunication about what their product was while keeping it as stylish as can be.

-“Get off of that, that’s a trash can,” a woman called out after her son. “Get off of that, too, that is also a trash can.” I was unable to see the boy, but I know him to be a kindred spirit.

-Several loaves of bread have been found hidden throughout the electronics department. The reasons for this are currently unknown, but certainly imperative.

-“Are you Batman?” A boy asked his mother, who shook her head. “Are you Batwoman?” he followed up. She nodded, happily. “For Halloween, you’re going to be dad, and I’m going to be sad.” This child’s brain has been rushing a mile a minute, and I am glad to have hitched a ride along with him.

Unlucky Steam key scammer calls electronics, gets the dumbest employee in the world

When I worked at Walmart, I went from cart pusher->cashier->electronics->security. Sometimes after I switched to security, when electronics was really swamped, I’d help out for a few minutes. One day, the phone was ringing and I was walking by and randomly answered it.

Sir Scamalot: “Hello, sir, this is Steam Support services with Valve.”

Instantly, of course, I know this is a scam. I adore valve and played so many of their games too. I can’t believe my luck! Of all the calls to answer! Surprisingly he didn’t have some weird accent.

Me: “Oh, uh… what can I do for you?”

Sir Scamalot: “We’ve had reports that game keys shipped to your location may have an error that prevents it from authenticating, specifically the game Counter Strike. We need to validate your game keys to see if your affected.” [I forget which CS was on sale then, this was 2008].

Me: “Oh, what do I do?” As if I didn’t know.

Sir Scamalot: “Well I just need you to open any copies of the game you have and read me the CD key on the instruction manual so I can verify them with our validation software.” [or on the jewel case, I don’t remember that either]

Me: “Sure thing, can I put you on hold for a minute while I get those?”

Sir Scamalot: [obviously happy] “Sure!”

So I put Sir Scamalot on hold while I called all the other area stores electronics department and warned them about the scammer and confirmed nobody had taken a call like this earlier. About 15 minutes later, I get back to Scamalot.

Me: “Thanks for holding, but I can’t find any CD keys. I looked all through the book and the packages.”

Sir Scamalot: [annoyed] “Well sir, just open any copy of Counter Strike and on the-”

Me: “Oh, COUNTER STRIKE! I thought you said Counting Strikes, that bowling game, ok, hold on!”

Everyone in the department is listening and we all laugh. 10 minutes later, I’m back on the line.

Me: “Ok, I got what you’re looking for! What do you need?”

Now I make him walk me through how to open the box, including interrogating him for 5 minutes about how to do it without breaking the seal, then pretend I can’t find the book, etc etc.

Finally, I’m ready to read the code!

First, I read him the UPC. This upsets him. Then I read him a part number from something. Now he’s livid. Finally, I ask if he means the code on the book that says “game key” and has like groups of four digits with dashes (like he’s said probably 50 times already) and he gets excited again.

Oh, ok heres the game key…

Me: “Ok F… like frank. U… like uncle. C… like cat.”

Sir Scamalot: “Sir, I don’t think thats right, normally a code would-”

Me: “No, its. F, U, C, then K like kite. Next four is Y like yesterday. O like owl-”

And he swore at me and hung up.

Legendary Defenders

This is based off of this post by @pursuitofklance - enjoy the silliness!

“Lance…what is that,” Hunk asked wearily as he spotted his long time friend. He knew that Alien Wear (not to be confused with Alien Ware Utensils or Alienware©) could be rather…interesting, no matter how many almost humanoid species the small group of humans came across, but this? This was ridiculous, and honestly Hunk could say that he had no idea why Lance bought it.

Lance sauntered slowly over to him, shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, wearing the largest – largest – shirt Hunk had ever seen in his life. Seriously. Ever. He knew some pretty big people, too, from one of his mother’s sides of the family (he didn’t get his large size and big bones from nowhere, after all). And this shirt? Bigger than all of the largest people he’d ever seen combined. It was huge, multi-colored to the point of being a psychodelic catastrophy, with simply the biggest neck hole he’d never thought he’d ever see, and a part of him wondered how Lance was even wearing it, as bunched together and hanging off of him as the piece of fabric was.

“This is the greatest thing that Voltron needs, Hunk,” Lance said, a trill of excitement hiding in the barely stifled giggles of his voice as he got closer.

Hunk sighed, lips tugging up unwillingly. “Oh really, that’s…that’s nice, I guess, though I don’t see how – Lance, what are you doing.”

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Unlucky Steam key scammer calls electronics, gets the dumbest employee in the world

When I worked at Walmart, I went from cart pusher->cashier->electronics->security. Sometimes after I switched to security, when electronics was really swamped, I’d help out for a few minutes. One day, the phone was ringing and I was walking by and randomly answered it.

Sir Scamalot: “Hello, sir, this is Steam Support services with Valve.”

Instantly, of course, I know this is a scam. I adore valve and played so many of their games too. I can’t believe my luck! Of all the calls to answer! Surprisingly he didn’t have some weird accent.

Me: “Oh, uh… what can I do for you?”

Sir Scamalot: “We’ve had reports that game keys shipped to your location may have an error that prevents it from authenticating, specifically the game Counter Strike. We need to validate your game keys to see if your affected.” [I forget which CS was on sale then, this was 2008].

Me: “Oh, what do I do?” As if I didn’t know.

Sir Scamalot: “Well I just need you to open any copies of the game you have and read me the CD key on the instruction manual so I can verify them with our validation software.” [or on the jewel case, I don’t remember that either]

Me: “Sure thing, can I put you on hold for a minute while I get those?”

Sir Scamalot: [obviously happy] “Sure!”

So I put Sir Scamalot on hold while I called all the other area stores electronics department and warned them about the scammer and confirmed nobody had taken a call like this earlier. About 15 minutes later, I get back to Scamalot.

Me: “Thanks for holding, but I can’t find any CD keys. I looked all through the book and the packages.”

Sir Scamalot: [annoyed] “Well sir, just open any copy of Counter Strike and on the-”

Me: “Oh, COUNTER STRIKE! I thought you said Counting Strikes, that bowling game, ok, hold on!”

Everyone in the department is listening and we all laugh. 10 minutes later, I’m back on the line.

Me: “Ok, I got what you’re looking for! What do you need?”

Now I make him walk me through how to open the box, including interrogating him for 5 minutes about how to do it without breaking the seal, then pretend I can’t find the book, etc etc.

Finally, I’m ready to read the code!

First, I read him the UPC. This upsets him. Then I read him a part number from something. Now he’s livid. Finally, I ask if he means the code on the book that says “game key” and has like groups of four digits with dashes (like he’s said probably 50 times already) and he gets excited again.

Oh, ok heres the game key…

Me: “Ok F… like frank. U… like uncle. C… like cat.”

Sir Scamalot: “Sir, I don’t think thats right, normally a code would-”

Me: “No, its. F, U, C, then K like kite. Next four is Y like yesterday. O like owl-”

And he swore at me and hung up.

Tunnel Vision//Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Summary: You didn’t know who to turn to. Thankfully, you had your boyfriend.

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request~ I hope this makes you feel better, enjoy!

xoxo Sara


Breathe. Breathe.

That’s all you could tell yourself. But, in reality, will that even help?

You didn’t know what was happening. Well, you did, but you didn’t know what was causing it. Your sweaty palms made it hard for you to hold your phone, and your constant nausea made it hard for you to even stand.

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i worked at walmart in the electronic department, that day i was on cash. two men walked up hauling one of the $500 televisions, flat screen, very nice, and handed me a huge wad of 20’s. it took 6 minutes to count it properly, they kept sticking. 

the same day, an old man paid for a smaller tv in the same fashion.

Excuse me??

I work in a store in the Midwest similar to a mal wart that has “high standards and low prices” in the electronics department and it makes me hate people. I was helping a super nice guy out (customer A) by checking our new stock for a Nintendo switch and actually found one! That put me in a good mood because customer A was super cool and I was happy I could help him. While I was kneeling on the floor getting it out of the tote for him an older guy (customer B) walked up and said “don’t you just love to see a woman on her knees begging?” Customer A looked SHOCKED and I just responded with a weird look so customer B says oooh he’s only kidding. In my nicest customer service voice I told him if he needed help he could go find someone else and proceeded to check the guy out with his switch. After B left A looked at me in disbelief and asked if that happens a lot. Unfortunately the answer is yes my dude ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TL;DR Creepy dudes are the worst and even after 6 YEARS customer never fail to come up with new ways to ruin my day

Theft and coupon fraud, I will slay you with fake kindness and throw away your coupons.

This happened a couple weeks ago. I work in a large store in the toys and electronics department. I was set to close in that department, but the store was extra busy due to some early holiday sales. I got called up to backup the registers as a spare cashier, just to shorten the lines and check out 3 or 4 folks.

I hop on a register and call over the next person waiting in line at another overflowing register. But before that person can move over, another woman pushes past her, pretending not to have seen or heard what was going on. I’m going to refer to her as Bad Mom. She’s pulling two overflowing baskets, has a baby covered in vomit in one arm and a toddler running behind, trying to keep up.

I overlook Bad Mom cutting in line, knowing she would only slow down another register anyway, and none of the other customers complained or looked annoyed. This poor mom definitely had her hands full, or at least that’s the image she was going for.

I greet Bad Mom, do my friendly bit as I start scanning her items. She is flustered and rushed, but is overly friendly. She starts strategically placing the toys on the counter to check out in a specific order.

“Oh! The friendliest employee was helping me out in toys earlier. She said to double check all of the prices for these toys, because they’re not ringing up for the correct amount,” explains Bad Mom.

Alright, sometimes old signs are left up, and we have to honor them. I’m trying to move quickly, so I listen to her as I ring up the items. I would have ignored one red flag, and corrected one item no problem. The store was incredibly busy, and sometimes it’s easier to chop off $3 off their bill and look into it later.

But this wasn’t the case. Bad Mom had corrections on almost every toy, $10-$20 off each item with the rare “Oh that one is correct” to balance her story out. So I start asking innocent questions in a very friendly fashion to lure out more details.

“Oh wow, these prices seem really off!” I say in a surprised, apologetic voice.

“Yes, I know! The girl working back in toys was so very helpful.”

“I’m so glad to hear that! Do you remember who it was? It helps them a lot to get good compliments from customers.”

Bad Mom happily weaves a lovely detailed story for me about a non-existent employee. One, I was the only person working in that department. Two, I was the only female employee anywhere near that section of the store that night. Three, Bad Mom describe this girl as being blonde. There was literally no blonde females working in the store that day, and absolutely no blonde female employees in that department or the surrounding departments.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a manager walking past. I flag her down in front of Bad Mom.

I keep my voice very sweet and happy. I speak clearly and loudly so the customer can hear. “Hey, [managers name]! This guest had an awesome compliment about a blonde employee working toys tonight, but we can’t figure out who it is. I’m the only one working in toys tonight, correct?”

I see Bad Mom get a little nervous hearing that I work in toys.

The manager is very obviously confused, “Uh, yes, you’re the only one in toys…” She speaks politely, but I can see her looking over the customer and her overflowing carts. “Is something wrong?”

I sweetly explain that I’m having to do some price adjustments and just wanted to double check with her and whoever else was working in toys. As I say this, an idea pops into my head.

“Oh! Was it [employee]?” I point over to another employee, who’s head is barely visible through the crowd. You can just barely see the top of her head, which has two bleached streaks of hair. I secretly hope Bad Mom takes the bait.

“That could be… Yes, I think that was her!” Bad Mom exclaims, her voice overflowing with happiness and relief at being given an out.

Little did she know, I had pointed to a woman who works in Asset Protection (AP). The manager picks up on it right away and says, “Oh perfect, I’ll send her over. Take care of the other cart until then.”

I become increasingly apologetic about the hassle, saying that I really didn’t mean to make a big deal about it and promising to hurry with her groceries in the mean time. Bad Mom keeps her act going, her voice dripping with fake friendliness, meeting each of my apologies with her own for being so much trouble.

As I start scanning her groceries, she pulls out more than 30 pages of printed coupons and scatters them across my entire check lane. She turns up her flustered act, waving her children around for pity. Her baby boy, his face and entire front half of his body covered in dry vomit, looks exhausted. At this point Bad Mom is literally slinging him around in her arms, jostling him, keeping him from sleeping. Her toddler is laying on the floor crying quietly and unable to articulate completely that she is hungry. Bad Mom keeps apologizing to her toddler without even so much as glancing at her, promising to get her home soon.

Bad Mom keeps going with her story, saying she had been in our store shopping for over four hours (which I later learned was very false thanks to the cameras). I offered having her carts ready for her if she wanted to get some food for her kids or take them to the restroom. She declined, saying it wasn’t a big deal.

By this point, Asset Protection has arrived. I prompt Bad Mom to explain the details to AP, who is very friendly in return and offers to have all of the prices checked for her, but warns it will take time. Bad Mom disengages as much as possible. She can tell her story is now very obviously false to us, and says she would love to come back later tonight to purchase the toys. Bad Mom diffuses as much as possible, clearly hoping AP will go away.

AP stays nearby, of course.

Bad Mom starts passive aggressively rushing me. She dials up the friendly act even further, responding to anything her toddler says with, “I’m sorry, honey, this is the last time mommy will use so many coupons. I promise we’ll go home soon.” Bad Mom intentionally brings up her children to me as much as possible, trying to invoke more pity and hoping I will mess up the coupons. She starts actively trying to trick me into scanning extra coupons or scanning them twice. She tries to separate out her orders to use conflicting offers.

Sadly, I’m not new to this game. I don’t fall into the rushed emotional state she’s trying to put me in. I scan each item and coupon correctly, and gently explain each time I can’t accept a coupon. I work quickly for the sake of her children, but Bad Mom is wasting time mixing up the coupons intentionally, literally shuffling them when she thinks I’m not paying attention.

My visual memory is very good; I know when I’ve scanned a coupon. Bad Mom can’t trick me, and even when she thinks she does, I intentionally scan a coupon double to show her the error that pops up on the register. After 10 minutes of coupon scanning and item counting, I begin to lose my patience. So I turn it into a game for myself. How many pages of her precious coupons can I throw away?

See normally, we are supposed to throw away coupons when we scan them, but because she had them all printed out together on pages (6 or so per page), she wouldn’t let me take them. I began exclaiming things like, “Awesome! I got all the ones on this page,” and “Perfect, you’ve claimed all of these already” and throwing away full pages of coupons. After throwing away 5 or 6 pages, which was sadly only a small dent in her stack, she began clutching each page to her quickly after I exclaimed that I was done with a page.

So I lean back comfortably, take a short step away from the counter each time I pick up a new page to scan. I keep up my friendly chatter and toss each page after I’ve redeemed the coupons on it. I keep saying little victory phrases after each page, as if I was on her side. I do return a few pages to her to keep the illusion going, but only if more than half of the coupons on the page weren’t redeemed or duplicates.

Bad Mom must have admitted defeat after that. She dropped the butt-kissing attitude and didn’t shuffle the coupons after that. She even sifted through the cart of toys and paid full price for two of them with the excuse of: “I remember the price of these were correct, so I’ll pick them up now.”

I apologized for the inconvenience (of not letting her get away with lying or coupon fraud) and gave her oldest child a sticker for being so patient. The poor girl had given up on crying and had spent the last half hour sitting on the floor fidgeting with some M&Ms that Bad Mom bought for her quite angrily.

After Bad Mom left, I checked in with AP. Turns out she had been watching her since she first walked into the store since she was a known shop lifter. She hadn’t been in the store long, grabbed toys quickly off the shelf without even looking at prices, and of course, there was no mysterious blonde employee. Bad Mom was very lucky that she didn’t try to steal anything that day. This just gets added to her file, and she’ll be watched even more closely at the registers now.

tl;dr A mother tries to get $200+ worth of toys for under $50, feeds me lies to do so and neglects her tired, hungry kids in the process. She then wastes my time and delays her kids from eating even more by trying to commit coupon fraud. I unnecessarily toss most of her coupons and add to her record with AP.

I’m long-winded, sorry. D:

glitch in the matrix

okay i’m not sure if this would really qualify as a glitch in the matrix but it freaked me out nonetheless.

about a year ago i needed something from the store so my mom took me to target. she told me to go inside the store and get what i needed while she parked. my little sister stayed stayed with her.

i quickly found what i needed (poster board for a school project in case you were wondering) but i saw no sign of my mom, and since i had no money on me i called her to ask where she was.

my mom ALWAYS picks up her phone no matter what, especially if it’s me or one of my siblings calling; so i found it really strange that she hadn’t answered. i tried calling again, but again, no answer. right when i was about to attempt calling a third time, a call came in: it was my mom.

relieved, i answered but her response scared the crap out of me.

“i can’t answer right now, something happened”, and then she just hung up. she sounded as if she were crying and in pain and after standing dumbstruck for a few seconds, i ran out of the store to check the parking lot for her and my little sister. i thought something horrible had happened like a car crash or something, my heart was beating so fast i was so scared.

but once outside i didn’t spot anything. the parking lot, which had been completely full just a while ago, was now completely empty. i also saw no signs of people or other cars around the usual busy street.

completely freaked, i walked back into the store, but it was also now empty. i looked around but found no one else. i was so scared at this point i had no idea what to do. i felt so alone i wanted to cry, but i just shut my eyes.

when i opened them, i was at the electronic section of the store, and an employee was shaking me and asking if i was alright. the employee said he had found me just staring blankly at the ground for a good 30 minutes, and had been trying to get me out of my daze for about 10 minutes. he said i kept muttering “don’t hurt them don’t hurt me” over and over. he looked pretty freaked out, but i was so confused.

right then, my mom called me and sounded angry.

“where are you? your sister and i have been searching everywhere for you for the past hour!”

i was so relieved to hear her voice but i was also confused because it sounded so different from her last call. also, i was sure i had only been gone for a few minutes. i told her i was by the electronics and she came in a few minutes.

she and my little sister seemed perfectly okay, but i must have seemed out of it because my mom kept asking if i was okay. i didn’t want to mention anything until we were back home.

i asked her what was up with the call earlier and she just looked at me confused.

“what call? the one where i asked where you were?”

“no, no! the one before! where you sounded like you were crying…”

“i only called you once”

“no, i had been calling you a couple times but you didn’t answer. and then i got a call from you and it sounded like you were really upset and then you just hung up on me!”

she told me she never got any calls from me and that she never called me or said any of what i had mentioned. frustrated, i showed her my call log, and sure enough there were the attempts at calling her and the creepy call i had gotten from her. but she shook her head and showed me her call log, which only showed the call she made to ask me where i was.

i didn’t mention anything about everyone disappearing or suddenly finding myself in the electronics department after closing my eyes. she already thought i was crazy because of the phone call ordeal, but i still wonder what the hell happened? who or what called, and why had everyone disappeared? and why did i find myself in a different section of the store muttering (what i hope was) nonsense?

anonymous asked:

I use to work in electronic department at my old store. Oddly dealt with lot of guys acting like I had no clue what I was talking about when it came to game system, and tablet. I remember one who kept going on about something that didn't exist at the time on a system. Expect one Limited Edition PS4. He refused to listen to me, I called my boss because he wanted someone who knew 'more'(in other words a guy) Who told him the same thing, but guess what he finely listens of course.

First time this has happened to me...

Just getting this out of the way now; I work in retail.

I had a customer today come up to me who I can only describe as “Hoot'n'holler'n”. I first became aware of her when she barked at her child. (one of those sharp yells that we all hated as kids) Standard “Don’t step in, you’re not the parent” reactions. Then she came over and asked for help from me.

She wanted a Straight Talk phone, but didn’t know where they were. Sadly I haven’t been trained in the electronics department yet, and even if I was, I didn’t have the keys to unlock the phones from their hooks. (Y'know, to keep people from stealing them.) So, I pointed her towards one of the red phones we have around the store for our customers to ask for help when no one is around that area.

She is currently on her cell phone, so she tells her daughter (around 11-13 years old) to get on the phone and ask to get a Straight Talk phone. (I now feel really bad about this, because one of my friends from high school is working in electronics today.)

Well, here’s the thing, while her daughter was asking for help finding a straight talk (we don’t actually sell them I later found out) I overhear the mother talking about why she wanted it…

She actually wanted the phone for her daughter, so that her daughter couldn’t talk to lesbians on the phone.

I repeat: she wanted the STRAIGHT Talk phone so her daughter couldn’t talk to Lesbians on the phone.

I… I just… this is the first time I’ve ever had to resist the urge to call a customer an idiot to their face with every fibre of my being.

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Hey guys my name’s Meghan. I work at the military exchange in the video games/electronics department & as a crew trainer at mcdonalds.
I’m a future sailor in the US Navy and I’m hoping to leave for boot camp this year.
I want to meet people from all over the world who can tell me about their cultures so if i ever end up there I know what to expect.
I only want friends right now but I’m open to taking to anyone about anything :)

I like video games (I have too many to list but Skyrim pokemon and overwatch are my favorites), rock & indie music, kittens, flowers, and conspiracy theories.

URL: @badhxbits

You know, people can say what they want to say about Sonic the Hedgehog, and where exactly the games are going, or just the entire franchise itself for that matter. But yesterday I listened to the glowing, excited ramblings of a small boy. 

Expressive as he was (and oh my gosh, this kid could go into acting!), with a lego airplane in his hand (he made it, and it was DAMN good), he babbled on about Sonic Colors, and all the games that, typically, people think are bad in the franchise. You know, Sonic Boom, Sonic Fire and Ice, that kind of thing. But he loved them. He talked about Sonic, and Tails (his favorite character, “he likes building stuff too, like me!”), and he talked about how cool Knuckles was, and how he wished there were more Chaos Emeralds out there in the world for the group to find.

And I stood there, and I listened… and I felt my heart had become lighter. It was wonderful hearing this little boy talk about something he loved, so passionately, so excited to be sharing it with someone (even if that someone was a retail worker in the electronics department). And when the mother apologetically came over and thanked me for listening to him, you know what I said? “No, ma’am, it was fun. I like Tails, too.”

And that made the kid’s day.

So I guess… typically, when we look at a franchise as a whole, we might hate it, but someone out there loves it. And there’s an eight year old boy right now, amazingly intelligent, who loves building things with legos and is happy that Tails exists as a concept. And you know what? That makes me happy, too.

XBOX One for the Ages.

I was a witness to this amazing person a couple of weeks ago.

While standing in line of the electronics department of my local wal-mart, I overheard two guys behind me talking about the new XBOX One. The clerk was very busy and asked us politely to wait a minute while he organized his counter.
As he was cleaning his counter the guy behind me asks if there are any XBOX Ones left. The clerk says there are two, and went back to organizing his counter. The third guy in line looked pissed, but I explained that I wasn’t getting one, so good news for him.

Finally the clerk finished his organizing and grabbed the IPod I was waiting on. As he was grabbing it, a woman approached the counter and started asking him about the XBOX. The clerk was just a shy kid and politely pointed out that he would help her when it was her turn. She continued barking out questions to him.

Finally, the guy behind me in line said they only have the two XBOX’s left. The clerk quickly hands me my IPod, and I moved to the other side of the counter to look at headphones.

At this point I think we all just assumed this lady was rude, but that was it. Then the clerk comes back with the two remaining XBOX systems. He lays them both on the counter and begins to ring them up. The lady continued asking questions and interrupting the clerk from helping the guy who was behind me in line.

Finally, the clerk says, please hold on. As soon as I ring him up I will answer all of your questions. The third guy in line says, “excuse me, I was next”. The woman denied cutting line. The clerk looked like he had no idea what to do because he didn’t know who was telling the truth.

Now at this point I was about to defend the third guy in line. I’m sure the second guy in line would have as well, if he didn’t have a moment of brilliance that eliminated any further arguing or discussion on the situation.

He turns to the clerk and says “I’ll take both systems”. The woman sat there mouth open, not saying a word. The third guy in line looked pissed. The second guy then turns and asks if the third guy can pay for one of the systems on his card.

At that point the woman bull-dozed her way out of the store pissed off. Both guys had a good laugh. Justice was served.

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anonymous asked:

A lady in my stores electronics department was threatened some weeks back by a guy who had apparently just gotten out of prison. He was trying to activate a phone card for a phone we don't carry she she couldn't activate it. He started to get all pissed off when she kept telling him she wouldn't be able to activate it and was all like "I'm gonna start punching women" and then threatened to kill her. AP was on that in seconds and the guy was hauled out.

i was just remembering this but one time when i was 9 my mom bought me a camera for christmas but i fucking lost it the next day and i didn’t want to tell her so i asked her to take me to walmart so i could spend some of the money i got and i went into the electronics department with my backpack and stole a version of the camera she bought me and took it home and that’s how i stole a $200 camera when i was 9