I'm returning these pants. Yes, I *did* try them on and they fit like a dream in the fitting room. Walking around in them was a different story.
You told me returning them was going to be no problem.
So why did you and your co-worker ask me three separate times why I wasn't happy with them? And had looks on your faces like I had just fed you a bite of dog shit?
The attitude is just a tad unnecessary.
And yes I paid with a debit card. I wasn't aware that was a rare form of payment these days. But you made it clear with your huffing, sighing and venom spewing under your breath that I had made a bad choice in using it. Why? Because it made extra work for you.
So incredibly sorry I interrupted your gossiping behind the counter to make you do your job :( I know it was really hard with me being the only customer in your department and all.
