Does Wal Mart turn you into a politically incorrect individual in 1 second flat? If so I can relate. So I go to Wal to return a bra that fit at first then my shit was popping out all day. The golden ticket to an easy return is the receipt, right? That is the way, right? That's what all the cusatomer service Wal Mart gods always say. But like everything fucking else we're fed, that shit is a lie. So I stand in line for 5 minutes and when it's my turn I proudly walk up and present my receipt. Customer service bitch asks if I have the tags. I say um no. I thought it fit and I'm not going around all day with a bra poking me with tags for no logical reason what so ever. I mean if Sit fit why would I leave the tags on? I take them off and throw that shit away, right? So then I'm stuck explaining that my shit popped out all day. LOL. She was probably jealous that her tits were nasty, old and saggy so she goes "Well I need you to go bring me one exactly like this from our bras because I need the tag." The cusatomer service gods of Wal Mart talk a lot about having the reciept when returning a product but never before have I heard mention of a fucking tag so someone needs to fix that shit. I really want to say "Well bitch if you want it why don't you fucking go get it. I mean..." But not wanting to get thrown out of the store cause I still got shit to buy, I go and spend 5 minutes looking for another shitty bra to match the shitty bra I am returning. Bring it back and do I get to go to the front of the long ass line simply because I already stood there for 5 fucking minutes earlier? Hell no. Unfair that is, people. I mean if you carry your bag around that you want to return, and go ahead and just get another bra before you take your ass to customer service cause you know what bullshit they'll pull you'll get in trouble for taking the shit around the store. I was told ages back to take that shit right up to customer service when you come in so they don't think you stealin' shit. WOW. So the moral of the story is dumb bitches get hired at Wal Mart, and it's a fuck either way for you. What I took away from the experience was...to buy my Bras at Ross + keep tags ffor a minute until you're sure you're keeping shit. Like wear it all day then toss the tag. Here's to hoping this was helpful or at least amusing. IF so stick around + tell us if you had anything happen at Wal Mart worth bitching about.
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