This will be an informative rebuttal for retail employees by a guy that has better things to do than cater to your overinflated egos. You cocksuckers.
Give me the number for corporate and send me on my way. If I'm stupid enough to try to circumvent company policy I'm likely stupid enough to think that I'll have better luck talking to someone in management. The wrong thing to do is argue policy with me while the line behind me gets longer. Sympathize, tell me that while there's nothing you can personally do I can call 1(800) Good-Luck for remediation.
If the shipping dude can't help me he shouldn't be on the goddamn floor, should he? If he is on the floor the absolute
last thing he should do is identify himself as an employee.
Why are you waiting? Seriously, call the cops. Don't get into an argument with me about why I'm not leaving, call the cops and let them escort me from the store.
Oh boo frickity hoo, the guys down at Aunt Annie's pretzels are going to scrape the salt off of my Cholesterol Twisty because I called Nancy at hot topic a stupid whore with tattoos that came out of a paint-by-numbers book.
Seriously, the difference between one mall employee hating me and the entire mall staff hating me is negligible at best.
Update: You are not smarter than me, you just think you are. You think that because you can find a pair of women's size 8 low-rise jeans with flare legs in less than 40 seconds makes you some kind of virtuoso, but it really doesn't. You are good at a job that they can train monkeys to do, typically without having to resort to shock therapy.
One day they will replace you with a self checkout system. That is the day that the world with collectively sigh, right before going to the "We all hate retail employees" party. Don't worry, your invite is in the mail. Srsly, no shens.
Asking people to pay you to like them makes you a whore. Just pointing that out.
I can do math, and when I was a retail slave I could do math while bagging your shit, answering the phone and giving out Corporate's information to someone that wanted to return their shit for cash. What was that about being smarter than me?
The sooner you finish helping me the faster we can get back to staring at the gift cert girl's ass.
Hope you have a great holiday, maybe next year you won't sell your soul to the retail devils for $7/hr.