Yesterday I'm in a fabric store, pushing a shopping cart. In this weird series of events involving the cart's very grippy wheels, my heeled sandals that pointed my toes downward at just the right angle, and not paying attention, I managed to tear off the tip of my baby toe. At first I thought I had just stubbed it, but then the blood came.

So I see a bathroom and walk toward it and get yelled at by an elder employee - "You can't go in there! That's just for us!" So I tell her that I've hurt my foot and just need to stick my foot in the sink for a second, and use some paper towels. She looks at my foot and says "Oh no, no no. That's a bad idea. We don't want anyone getting AIDS."

lol

So - can YOU go get me a paper towel? And she says no, she has to watch the cash registers.

So I walked over to the $$$$ decorator fabric that was closest to me, grabbed all the free swatches out of the envelope, and wiped my toe, shoe, and made a makeshift bandage.

She says, "I can't believe you did that, that's like $30 in fabric right there!"

Ok, free therapy rant over. :confused:

Damn Wheet, what a biotch! I would definitely go back and talk to the management. Well ok, I would go back and cause a big fat Gay scene, but that's just me...

I let the mgr know later that night. (She said, "Oh, you must be the one that used the fabric samples!") Her reply was basically that the employee was right (or adhering to policy, I think it was) by refusing to let me use the bathroom, but that she should have at least grabbed me some toilet paper or something. Ya think? She was going to instruct her people on the location of the 1st aid kit, blah blah.. and she did offer me a "guest accomodation" of 40% off one item. Which is also printable from their website, so BF woohoo.

I don't complain lightly. I complained once to Hobby Lobby over the way I was treated (UGH will have to tell that story sometime) when I refunded something. Once to a "How's my driving?" number after the semi truck driver literally came at me with a crowbar. Once to Volvo service because they charged us $180 to tighten a bolt, and charged over $400 to put on new brake pads that they weren't authorized to put on. (They sent me a box of Cookies, exactly what my fat pre-op ass needed). Once to a Subway when some thug making my sandwich refused to put gloves on. And honestly - that may be it.