Unfortunately, the manager at Staples apparently thought great customer service meant accepting anything and everything. It was more annoying to be overridden by him to accept things like a clearly-used car battery than it was to argue with the customers.
Uh, I wasn't aware that an office supply store sold car batteries. I work at a hardware store and we don't even sell car batteries
I'd report that to corporate. I think they'd be flabbergasted to know that one of their managers has been accepting something that's usually state regulated
It's a toss up between little old ladies who bathed in perfume, tweekers who are so high, they're glowing and now the store smells like Burning Skunk Lipstick by Avon and the ultimate contender:
Both of my grandparents referred to perfumes and cologne as stinkum.
Burning Skunk.
Old cosmetic fragrance by Avon, sold in those little glass bottles that look like Prarie People.
Was there Dead Rodent scent as well?
We had a manager like that for half a year. That's how know I have coworkers willing to hide a body.
