Take the guy at the home center place tonight... The excavator that I am using at the tree logging site where I am currently working, has a tear in the rubber caterpillar track, so I find that if i kind of sew it together with some small diameter cable, it stays on the sprocket reasonably well. The repair lasts a few days. So, I stop in at the large store to get some cable, and instead of looking around for some member of the slim staff at that hour just prior to closing, to measure and cut it and mark the tag to take to the register, I do it all myself, then wind it up and bind it with some veneer tape that they keep at the cable section for that purpose. I generally do it myself anyway, it's a six grade education thing. At the register, I say, "Two meters". The numbskull lady knows me, I have tried to chat with her before, to try and add a slight degree of variety to what must be a rather boring job, and not that she is inclined to talking much. With the length mentioned, I give her the little tag that you tear off next to the cable, that says 41 yen (forty cents) per 10 centimeters. Still, she feels obligated to call some authority to assess the irregular situation because I have supplied all the information myself. He comes over with an authoritative stride, a young guy, and I say, "Look, it is two meters there, I measured it". "Were supposed to do that", he responds, and starts to take off the tape so he can measure it himself. I tell him again that it is two meters. He is still fiddling with the tape and I say again, It's two meters, don't you believe me?" He doesn't say anything, but still wants to verify it. I tell him again that it is just what I say it is, and he should believe me, then I can't help getting a little pissed. "Do you think I have been coming to this store for twenty years and shopping, so when there is the golden opportunity, I can try and screw you around for forty-one yen by lying about a shorter than is really there length?" Again, no reply. The veneer tape holding it together appears to be knotted, I bound it up well because the cable ends are sharp and I know the girl at the register will be picking it up. He can't undue it, and gets rather frustrated, apparently doesn't want to cut the tape, and he eventually tells the girl to charge me for two meters. I have already made up my mind that if he unwinds and measures it, I will tell him that I have been appointed to the town's police commission, and one of my duties is to help protect us all from theft, and I now have changed my mind about the cable, and will leave it at the counter and simply walk out. As it turns out, i pay my eight bucks to the lady and leave on a thank you note. I glance at the guy, he looks confused.
Can you believe some people? I go in there about every day to buy something, for sure he has seen me numerous times. I've been going there longer than he has been working there. What can you do with total idiots like that? Brains that don't function is the problem. Needed to vent....