Every time I think that my shopping experiences with these people may be improving, just a little bit, I find out that they were just lying in wait until they could think of something worse to top the last crappy experience they gave me.Zach wanted to stop in to buy some stuff for his tackle box in hopes that he'd get to go fishing today. I needed to buy some drinks so we stopped on our way back from his doctor's appointment.
While I was in that dreaded store, I decided to look at their bras cause I was in need of a new white one. They had some JMS brands that were only $15 that I wanted to try cause normally I have to pay over $25 for bras stout enough to support my boulders. I found one, and put it in my basket.
So, we stand in line forever and finally have our turn at the register. The checker scans the bra and I hear this extra noise when it scans and say, "They put magnetic thingies in bras? People steal bras? Oh please make sure you fix that so it doesn't ding when I go out, that is SO embarrassing!" She agrees and told me that it was demagnetized so no worries.
I start through the exit doors and the dinging begins. I step back with my basket and it stops, and the man guarding the door says, "Let's see what you've got."
I told the man the only thing other than drinks, fishing tackle, and toilet paper that I have is a bra and the checker said she demagnetized it. He takes the bra, waves it in front of the scanner and it does nothing. (it's not enough that I'm embarrassed as hell over the dinger going off, I've got my DD bra being manhandled by the door greeter now!) I start back through with the basket and it goes off again. He takes it over to a register and demagnetizes it again, puts it back in my bag, I push the basket through the door, and "DING".
I stepped back and told him, "you need to go through my bags and see that there is absolutely nothing in there to cause this, and before you even imagine that you might ask, you will NOT be going through my purse or putting your hands on my person or touching the children, so you might need to call the police if you are having any of those ideas."
I was getting mightily pissed by this point and begin to look around for a manager and I notice this wally world vested fella standing beside the doors with yellow box thing with buttons in his hand.
And he's laughing.
"What's so funny?", I ask.
"I'm making it go off?", he says.
"Making What go off?", I ask.
"The security device that is making the alarm noise when you go through with your basket.", he says.
Y'all don't even want to know what I called him before I herded the kiddies out in front of me and we escaped to the truck. I think if the kids hadn't been with me, I'd have kicked him in the hahas, dammit.
