Meet the new Pope, same as the old Pope

/me walks into the Tobacco Outlet in New Castle, Delaware for my every other weekly trip for cigarettes.

Trashy woman behind the counter who I have a passing friendly clerk/customer relationship with says to the woman next to her "That girl is a walking Hot Topic."

/me with one eyebrow raised replies back "Funny that. I'm not wearing a single thing right now that came from that store."

She was confused that I could even possibly find any other place to get my nifty gear. For fuck's sake, woman! What the hell do you think I did when I was in high school?

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Last night, the Wee Ninja and I embarked on a shopping mall excursion because I was in dire need of some retail therapy. Suncoast Video had the Living Dead Doll (Lottie) in stock, which I've been lusting over.

Side note: I spend a lot of money in this store on a regular basis.

Back to my story. The skinny little pencil neck behind the counter gave me a terrible time over the fact that the address printed on my checks doesn't match the address on my battered ass driver's license. Hello? They're my old checks. I've only been in this place since May and I have absolutely no desire to spend the money to get new checks until I've finished my old ones (these are the last book of them left, as well). It's a waste of money, it's a waste of checks.

She refuses to let me complete my sale. It's company policy to not accept checks like this. I'm pulling things out of my bag with my current address on them. Pay stubs, hospital bills, etc. All of them postmarked within the past two weeks. Still no go. What an utter cooze.

I inform her that I shop at this store quite often and I almost /always/ pay by check. All of her clerks have not even batted an eye at my obviously faulty checking system. "Well, I don't know who dealt with you, but this is a store wide company policy." I now explain to her that I am EXTREMELY UNHAPPY WITH THIS TRANSACTION. Do I want to go retrieve some money from the ATM, she'll hold my purchase. FUCK NO. In my sweetest I'm-about-to-rip-your-throat-out voice, I tell her I plan on never shopping in their store ever ever again. Oh, and I'd like the number for your corporate office please.

I probably wouldn't have been so nasty to her if she hadn't taken an unnecessarily long time to examine my driver's license.

Cuntwaffle.

ANGRY FACE!!!

heh.
I'm most likely going to get the Engineer to drop by there and pick the doll up for me. I am a consumerist whore and I WANT THAT DOLL!!!