Unsigned And Unrefined
I used to work the returns desk at a large retailer. A man came in with a DVD player and his receipt.
Me: “Okay, your refund comes to [total]. You paid with your credit card, so—”
Customer: “—Cash.”
Me: “I’m sorry I can’t do that.”
Customer: “Just hit the cash button.”
Me: “There is no cash option for items bought with a credit card.”
Customer: “Just give me cash.”
Me: “No.”
Customer: “Get your manager!”
The manager tells him the same thing, and after about five cycles, he relents. I hand him his receipt and a second paper.
Me: “And I just need a signature here for the return.”
Customer: “Now you want my name too?”
Me: “Sir, I—”
Customer: “F****** communist.”
Me: “Sign here so we can be done with this.”
He scribbles something on the paper, balls it up, and throws it at me before storming off. I opened it to see that he had written “dumb c***” on the signature line. I laughed out loud and showed my manager.
Me: “What do I do? These go to corporate!
Manager: “Send it along. His real name is printed out right there. I’d say he signed it correctly.”
