I have gotten to a point in my JCPenney career where I am as mean to customers as I can be without getting in trouble. In all likelihood, I'm moving to Florida July 1st (my boyfriend lives there, it wasn't planned, but there's nothing left for me here, so whatever) and I don't give a shit about these people's shitty NY lives.
So when I'm in the middle of a return, a BIG return, and you walk in the door and go, "I have a quick question!" I'll look up. When you ask where children's jewelry boxes are, I'll say, "Either in the children's department or the jewelry department" (HELLO I WORK IN WOMENS). And you'll huff and go, "WELL THANKS I GUESS!" and stomp off. Hi, quick question. I'm not giving you detailed directions unless you ask for them, and I work in womens APPAREL so I really don't care if you're pissed off that I don't know where CHILDREN'S JEWELRY BOXES are and that I didn't give you directions.
Fuck you and have a nice day.