Apparently $5.32 is pretty freaking important to freaking Wal-Mart.
Today I went to return a $5 pair of tights that had never been worn and were still in the package and could be resold no problem. I bought them as a back-up in case I put on the black nylons I got for Diana’s wedding and hated them.
And I swear to cash registers that I had a freaking receipt at one point. But alas, I had left it at home. And, all I wanted was cash for the stupid tights.
But the guy, was all, ‘Ya, we have to give you a gift card.’
And I’m all “Umm, ya. I really, really, really need the cash because I have .2 gallons of gas in my car.’
And the man was all ‘No. I can’t do it.’
So I asked to see his manager.
Who was all ‘Do you have a receipt?’
And I was all, ‘No, but I really, really need the cash for gas and it’s only $5.’
‘But you don’t have a receipt?’
“Then I have to give you a gift card.’
‘Ok. Can I see your manager please.’
‘Fine. Hey [worker person] call [specific manager’s name that’s probably known for saying no to customers]’
Next manager appears.
‘Hi! Can I help you?’
‘Yes. I just really want the $5 cash for these tights.’
‘Ok. Do you have a receipt?’
‘No. But it’s only $5 and I really need the cash to put gas in my car.’
‘Oh. Ya. Well, I can’t do that.’
This woman underestimated me and my need for gas though. To me that $5 was about 7 tribillion times more important than it could ever be to her.
I was planning to wait her out.
‘But I really, really, really need the cash for gas. FOR GAS WOMAN!’
‘Ya. I can’t do that.’
So I dropped my trump card.
‘I know you can do it. I used to work at Wal-Mart. At the service desk. And you just hit ‘cash’ instead of ‘gift card.’ Also, I know that you don’t give out gift cards unless the return is over $5, so this is just 32 cents over. AND I REALLY, REALLY need the cash for gas. Did I mention that?’
‘Fine. Give her the cash.’
And that’s how I got enough gas to get Rockford so my mom could give me money so I could eat this week. (Thanks mom!!)
Also, Wal-mart is lame.