No Wire Hangers!

OK OK - where does it start… oh right: Hell. I’m working back at Old Navy - only God knows why - and I see this woman going through these jackets… it must be winter time. So she comes over and asks for some wooden hangers - which I oddly have. So I give her a few not thinking. Then I see her replace the plastic hangers these jackets are on - with the wooden ones and puts the jackets she’s doing this with in her cart. Then I run into my manager and she’s seeing what’s going on and that’s when it clicks. She’s not supposed to be taking the wooden hangers. No no no… those cost us money. So I go to ask for them back and my manager stops me telling me how the woman would probably fly off the handle as she looks like she’s in menopause. (WTF?!) So long story short - I go up to the woman and basically tell her that she can’t have them and every time she goes to argue I give her every justification, very confidently and sternly, but nicely and gentle about it. And what’ll ya know, she folded… went about her business looking for baby socks. *shakes head* Sometimes I wonder what is goin’ on up there when my mind has a chance to run wild on it’s own when I’m unconcious. I think I should keep blogging about my dreams. It prooves to be very interesting when you sit back and re-read them. HAHA!

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