Toys ‘R Us is the home of Satan
I went to Toys ‘R Us tonight to find my nephew a birthday present. I found him a present, but it has dawned on me that Toys ‘R Us is the home of Satan. Yes, the home of Satan.
I swear, every single time, I enter that store in a good mood, and I exit in a bad mood. This time, my actual shopping experience wasn’t all that bad, which was due to it being 8:00pm, and quite dead. I found what I was looking for, and headed to the checkout.
There was another couple that “just” beat me to the only open checkout. I was thinking to myself, “no big deal, I’ll be out of here in no time.” WRONG! First, they start emptying their cart with one board game after another. Who in the hell are they buying all of these games for? The clerk rings them up, and then she pulls out this piece of paper, it looked like a questionaire.
At first, I thought the woman was going to take it home, but no. She started filling it out right there. I don’t know if she was applying for a credit card or what. The form needed her driver’s license information, and she didn’t have it on her. Her husband had to run out to the car and get her license.
At this point, I’ve been standing in line for about 15 minutes. There’s actually a line forming behind, and the moronic clerk on a power trip finally decides to call over another clerk. A few minutes later, the extra clerk finally arrives. There was a couple with a child behind me, and the guy tells everyone to let me go first because I’d been standing there a long time. Well, I guess his deaf wife didn’t hear him and raced to the other checkout. I calmly walk over there, and the woman is already whipping out her credit card and giving the clerk her phone number. The husband tells his wife that I should go first, and her retort is, “too bad.”
Too bad? It’s too bad that you’re a rude bitch. That’s what I think. I look back over at the other checkout, where I just was, and that couple is STILL there. The people behind them were starting to get quite vocal about the bullshit they were having to deal with. One guy was shaking his head, and I wasn’t quite sure why until I got outside when I heard him explaining to his son how rude that woman was for cutting in front of me. At least someone was on my side.
So, the woman is checking out in front of me. Guess what! There’s something wrong with her credit card. The clerk begins to write down her information and the woman has to show her ID; all the while I burn holes through this woman with my laser eyes.
Finally, it’s my turn. I never have problems when I checkout. I have my money ready, pay the woman, and I’m out of there. The one thing that really irks me about Toys ‘R Us is when they ask me for my telephone number. I was in a hurry one day and gave them my phone number, which was a big mistake. They actually called me on my cellphone to try and sell me something. Now, when they ask for my phone number, I just say, “no thank you”, and they usually don’t ask any questions.
I’ve decided I’m done with that big box dump of a store, and I’m somewhat embarrassed I didn’t attempt to shop local. Never again.
