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[lbd_nytetrayn]

Balls.

Sometimes stuff happens, and you really can't find a word that fits. So you just sort of pick one.

And I picked "balls."

After dropping Red off at work, I decided to make the most of my day off and check Wal-mart to see if they had any TransFormers: Alternators "Autobot Hound" toys in. Since they were priced $9.99 there, I figured it'd be good to grab and take to one of the Toys R Us's that screwed me over to get about $40 of credit.

Don't look at me like that. I'm just doing a low-level version of Wall Street here. Buy low, sell high, find who's willing to pay the most for your product, etc.

Anyway, no luck. I guess someone stumbled onto my scheme first. Or someone just likes Hound. Whatever.

As I was going through the aisles, I come across this lone stuffed bear, the kind with posable limbs and some tag with an inspirational saying on it, only a little bigger than my hand.

Red likes bears, so if I can afford it, I try to grab some for her when I can.

No bar code, though.

So I ask a lady in the toy department how much it'd be, or where there would be more so I could find out.

She says it's not from her department. She thought it was a dog toy(my ass, it wouldn't last five minutes with a dog, and I made her aware of my assessment. Or tried to, anyway), though I don't think dog toys have inspirational cards that say anything more than "woof woof bow-wow."

So she has her helper ask someone in pets about it.

Guy in pets says that it's not anything from there, but with the tag, it must have come from stationary.

So they send me to stationary, and I wait as they call someone. A while later, she arrives.

Looking over the product and hearing my recap of the situation, she says it wouldn't be from her department, all her stuff has "Canada Day" on it.

But she's sure it'd be from the Crafts department, and instructs me how to get there. And so I make the trek across the store.

After searching fruitlessly for the item I possessed in the Crafts department, I found someone working that department and recapped them, who took me back to the animals they had, mine not being among them.

So she thinks that MAYBE it came from Infants, and instructs me how to get there. So I trek across the store another way and search Infants fruitlessly. I ask an employee if anyone is working that department, and he says yeah, and pages them. Time passes, no one shows. I look over the bear a bit while waiting, and find something of note on the tag.

I spot a Customer Service Manager on the floor, and after she's finished talking with a customer, I approach and get her attention, and recap my odyssey. And I tack on the end that I'm not even sure that it's from Wal-mart, as I noticed that in the fine print on the tag(mattress style tag, mind, not anything that would have a barcode or price, obviously) that it said "Dollarama," a branch of dollar stores here in Canada.

Big mistake.

So she informs me that they don't carry anything of that sort there, nothing from Dollarama, and that someone must have taken it back with something by mistake. They can't sell it because it's not theirs, but they must have paid for it so they can't give it to me, and I don't know, the logic just seems to get all pretzelly from that point.

So there was an hour of my life I'll never get back as I leave empty handed.

Well, first I returned the bear to the toy department, as she didn't offer to take it. I figure a lesser man would have just pocketed it anyway. I sort of regret not being that lesser man, after all that.

On the way back, I did consider putting the argument that they have no proof that they paid for it, and it could have conceivably been simply dropped by some kid who was now long gone. I also considered noting the fact that if it was returned with something else, then technically they didn't pay for that, they just got it with whatever they DID pay for.

For whatever reason, I didn't press onward. Maybe I should have, but I don't think I'd have gotten very far here.

Might send a version of this post to Wal-mart themselves. Not as a complaint, but just to tell the tale. I'm curious what they might have to say in regards to it.

Sigh. Fucking Wal-mart.

Balls.

LBD "Nytetrayn"

Comments

Ass.

[shinkuu.livejournal.com]

You say "balls," I say "ass." Wal-Mart is ass. I hate shopping there. That sounds like some terrible ordeal, and yeah, if it were me I would've just walked out the store with it.