"Ok," I replied.
"It had an unusual name. Something like 'Global Powder' or some such name."
"Ok," I replied.
"Well where is it, my good fellow?"
"I have not heard of 'Global Powder,' but our skin remedies and powders are on aisle five on the right."
"This is it," he states, giving me a look like I was intentionally trying to keep him from the menthol-tingling he's about to experience on his testicles.
"Ok," I replied.
"I thought you should know," he said, as he wandered off.
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Full points for the title of the post!
I always wonder why logic and manners seem to magically vanish when otherwise normal people walk through the doors of retail establishments.
Why am I 'weird' for being courteous and polite?
Why is it 'different' to know what the heck I want and where it is before I walk into a store?
Why is it normal for people to completely lose their sh!t just to get free stuff and maybe a discount?
I have a theory.
Generations of 'muricans treating their 'precious little snowflakes' like 'princes/princesses' have led to some of most entitled, spoiled, emotionally out of control people I have ever seen. And what does corporate do when these mouth-breathing idiots complains for pretty much no reason? They get 'apologies' and gift cards.
I'm tired of the anti-intellectualism and the glorification of ignorance.
I'm tired of the erosion of my beloved profession of pharmacy by corporate profiteering.
I'm just plain tired.
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