I seriously dealt with the worst Home Depot employee in the world, who repeatedly insisted they were out of the shower base I wanted. I told him, “No, you have three of them. You have the display one and two on your shelves, and right here on my iphone it says you are in stock.”
He kept looking at his hand held computer thing and saying “It says we are out of stock.” I looked at him and pointed at the display and said “There is the display one, and there are two more up there on the shelves about 15 feet up.”
“I can’t see them. I don’t think those are the same.”
“Then can I just have the display one?”
“No. That’s for display.”
I ended the conversation with “Am I going to have to make a scene to get someone to load that on a cart for me?”
I left the AO before I got volatile and tracked the beeping sounds until I found someone at least competent enough to drive a heavy machinery and asked him to follow me back and get one down and take it up front so I could pay for the damned thing.
I was telling someone else I am beginning to understand shooting sprees. All I could think was “Look, motherfucker, I just learned about shower bases this fucking morning when my dad told me to go get one, and I already know more than you and your fucking inventory.”