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ahhhhh. . my first big shopping trip of the summer for the opera was thursday. it was hot in my car, and i had to hit all the familiar stopping points. it was home depot, which has become venomous in my mind, that actually redeemed itself slightly by the end of the day.

after spending about twenty minutes waiting for someone to unlock the tools so i could purchase a new 14.4 v DeWalt drill. . . i went about the rest of my day, got back to the opera and didn't notice till i opened it that the guy who had finally opened the tools for me, had handed me the wrong drill. . . and i didn't realize! ahh. . .another fun trip in my hot car to the other side of town to deal with these 'not the sharpest knives in the drawer' people. dave, my boss, suggested that i call first and make sure that they were in stock. i explained the situation, the right drill was in stock, and i then asked them if they wouldn't mind bringing the right one to the return desk where i would soon be. (though i doubted that would happen)

i think i was on line at retuns for over a half hour. i could tell the guy behind the counter was having just as much fun. i was also privy to a conversation between two middle aged men in front of me, complaining about the line, then discussing piercings, and how low today's female standards in a man -as far as attractive qualities and apparently piercing go- have become. like hello! pierced, dyed, and tattooed. . . right next to you! assholes. . .

then the first of them got up to the counter. . . . this is when my day starts getting better, thank you karma! he only brought his receipt and explained that he was charged the wrong amount. the guy behind the counter needed to see a sku number or something, not just a receipt. . . so, after waiting for over half an hour, flapping his jaw, the guy says he'll run to go get the sku numbers, and takes off. . . so the next guy in line makes a quick return, and i'm up. knowing as soon as my transaction begins this ass clown will show back up with his sku numbers, and he does. yelling about how it's his turn and he's been waiting here four hours. so i step back a bit but not out of the way exactly. after ringing through the sku numbers, it turns out that the guy was charged the wrong amount, not more - as he thought. . . but less. he had to fork out another $300 dollars on the spot. . . and then his charge card didn't go through twice, my smile widened. finally he broke down and wrote a check, and walked away. suddenly, some guy appeared out of nowhere with the right drill to exchange and annouced that, 'this is the one she wants.' ahhh. . . the clouds completely parted and i swear i heard harmonious angelic voices. my transaction was complete, i thanked the dude with my drill and the dude behind the counter and walked away.

could've been worse, eh?