How People Get Themselves Punched in the Throat

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At a very crowded suburban Joann Fabrics

Me: Excuse me, we were just at another store and they called here to have you hold some fabric for us. Where do we go to get that?

Sales Lady: At the cut table.

Me: Okay, thanks.

[take a number (seriously!) and wait at cut table for 20 minutes]

Cut Table Lady: Number 14!

Me: Hi, we were just at another store and they called here to have you hold some fabric for us.

CTL: Huh. Really? I don't have anything here. Hold on a minute.

[calls to original Sales Lady]

Hey! Are you holding some fabric for someone over there?

Sales Lady: Yes.

CTL: She'll help you over there.

Me [to Sales Lady]: Y'know, I asked you where to go and you had me wait in line at that table for 20 minutes.

Sales Lady: . . .

3 Comments

Davina said:

So you punched her in the throat? I hope you ended up getting your fabric! :)

Liz said:

Well, it was more of a metaphorical punch. Or standing there muttering sort of loudly.

erica said:

i bet you won't get a thank you card from the folks at joann's.

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