What are you gonna do?

K, I have a young, impressionable son, and more often than not, when I go shopping, he goes with me. Now, you might be going, 'so what?' I'll tell you what!!!
There are some sales people out there who are really great and helpful and all that good stuff....... whatever!! Those are not the ones I am talking about, I'm talking bout the ones that follow you, ask if you need help, yeah, those ones!!! Well, I need help, yes, could you show me a desk that is not too big since it is going into a mid sized room and I don't want it to overwhelm the room. Oh, ok, I'll be right back.

So, I find a desk on my own because she does not come back for another 10 minutes and I could not be bothered to go and find her ass. She does come back, however, and asks me again if I need help!!!! Hello, your attention span cannot be worse than a two year old's....can it? I mean I am THE ONLY black woman in here with a black son and you offered to help me a sceond ago!! Inwardly I am calling her all sorts of names (see where I am going with this?) No? Go back to my opening statement!!! How can I tell him to be polite when I am acting the fool in the store, even though that woman deserved to have me do so.

Anyway. I get the ticket, go to pay for the desk, and, yeah, my new best friend is standing behind the counter! What the heck is this? the twilight zone? Punked?
Give her the ticket, smile and inwardly pray that she will get it right this time. Everything is going ahead smoothly, give her my address, credit card number, then wait while she types in .... I don't know what the heck she was typing. I'm mentally moving things around tha back of my suv to make space for the box.

"Oh, this is delivery only in this store, Ma am. They do have them in the Lynwood store though, if you would rather do that."
I'm quiet, because I KNOW she is not talking to me right now.
"Maam, do you want us to deliver it on the 12th? You will have to pay an extra $20.00 though"
No, Bitch, I need the desk today. I could have ordered it online if I wanted to wait for it. I told you that!!!!!! Of course I couldn't say it out loud....Robbie, remember? So I politely decline, ask for my credit card and driver's license back and ask her to please erase my information. She does, then has the nerve to ask if there's anything else she could do for me. Huh? I do not even want you to look at me, freak! Just shut up and go and find someone else to NOT help!

So, I'm traumatized and I STILL don't have a desk!

Maybe I'll try again tomorrow!! Unless it keeps snowing.......