I had to go to Harbor Freight today to get a new AC manifold set. It seems some time in the last 25 years I let someone barrow my old setup and they didn’t return it. So I had to go to the place I hate the most. I rather go shopping for clothes with my wife or drop my nuts into an industrial meat grinder than to go to this place. That said I started my quest and did my best to make it as quick as humanly possible.
I got to the store and besides the crowd from the new age church around the corner the store was quite empty. Maybe 15 people at most. I saw the sign that said diagnostic tools and made beeline there. It took me about 10 seconds to find it and then I made my way to the front. This is where the trouble started. There was one customer ahead of me and he had a hammer and a punch. No big deal it should be quick. WRONG! The cashier gives the man his total and then tries to up sell him a warranty and the fool says yes. However I thought this was kewl and he’d be done. NOT! She made the up sell and couldn’t shut up trying to sell him another year and why it would be so good for him to buy. During this time she had to call for more cashiers to which I responded “If you had just shut the fuck up and made the initial sale you wouldn’t have to call for help.” I said it loud enough for her and the person behind me to hear it and giggle. After 10 minutes the guy in front of me paid 35$ for a 5$ fucking hammer. Then it was my turn.
Cashier: How are you today sir?
Me: Just rainbows and lollipops.
Customer behind me: (Concealed laugh)
Cashier: Is that all sir?
Me: Yeah, unless you want to count the 60gal air compressor I crammed up my ass to shoplift out of here. No? Then yes this is all.
Customer behind me: (Had to turn and laugh a little harder as well as the customer behind him.)
Cashier: Would you like our extended warranty sir?
Me: No.
Cashier: With our extended warranty you get blah, blah, blah, blah,blah, blah,blah, blah.
Me: No.
Cashier: But sir with our warranty.
Me: No.
Cashier: Yes sir, however with our….
Me: Look lady this has four moving fucking parts. Two dials and two knobs. I’m going to evacuate my system when I get home. So chances are if it doesn’t work I’m going to bring it back until I get a good one. It should last for fucking ever if I take care of it. So ring me up so I can get the hell out of here.
Cashier: Yes sir, but have you considered 2 or 3 years later if the product were to break?
Me: Lady I could give a shit if it breaks 2 or 3 years down the road. For a professional to do it would cost me 150$. So it’s money well spent irreguardless. Now shut the fuck and push the god damn debit button so I can leave.
Cashier: Yes sir I understand, but have you….
Me: What the fuck is it with you? Are you demented or something? Are you trying to see how fucking far you can push a person before they go on a 4 state killing spree? Enough is enough push the damn debit button so I can give you the 43 fucking dollar and leave. Then you can continue to piss off the guy behind me.
Cashier: (After that she pressed some keys and said slide you card sir.) Have a nice day, and come back to Harbor Freight.
Me: Not for love nor money.
What the hell is wrong with these people?
