And now, our feature presentation.

Okay, now that I've at least slightly recovered from my emotional breakdown, I'll get back to the reason anyone reads this: the real stories of working in retail.

A woman called my boss a bitch, a fuckin' ho, and told her not to "fuckin talk to my son." And then she yelled loudly so anyone in range could hear (not that there was, because, really, who goes to KMart?) that she wasn't giving us "another damn dime," and she was "fucking going to Walmart." And all in front of her two young sons, one a toddler, and another who looked to be around 7 or 8.

We both smiled and wished her a nice day.

Earlier that same day, a man got furious at me, another girl in my department, and then my boss, because we didn't have the stroller his daughter wanted in stock, and we refused to sell him the display piece (on which, he actually cut the zip-ties holding it to the display area, and got it down on the floor, along with 4 other pieces). We can't sell display pieces, it's company policy because of liability issues. He screamed that we "just lost a sale," and when none of us seemed to care, he yelled it again, "In case you didn't hear me, YOU JUST LOST A SALE." My boss responded with, "Oh, I heard you. I just don't care. Leave the store now, please. And have a good afternoon."

Quite priceless. That same day, another girl in my department, who is 6 months pregnant, got called a "good-for-nothing fat bitch" because she didn't see a man waiting to look at a watch in the locked case, and waited on another customer first.

The things these people think are a matter of life and death astound me.