So I'm at Nigmart two days ago and bought about 400 dollars worth of crap including a new fishing rod and reel. Certainly not the best rig out there but by Nigmart standards, expensive. (about 114.00). I got home and it was a piece of shit that wouldn't cast. I returned later that evening to exchange it and at the customer service desk...is one of the two niggers employed in the whole damn county. Lucky me, I get this 400 lb. biscuit-eating sowpottamus with an attitude. I hand over my receipt and fishing pole and this beast starts in with the eye-rolling, head-bobbing and a few unsolicited "mmm-hmm's". The bitch tells me she can't help me because because the gear on the receipt doesn't match the UPC code still on the fishing rod. I tell the cunt "that's your problem, not mine". She wasn't happy. So I get taken hostage for nearly 50 minutes at customer service while the whore is digging through the store-copy of the register tape. It come's back (likely after a snack break and a 20 minute shit) telling me "mayne, i cant hep ya". That's the point where I implode.
Ya know chimpers, Mikey is usually a pretty soft-spoken, low-keyed, big white bear but this nigger had it coming. I (may) have used the words "uppity" and "bitch" but I'm not sure. I did say "My name is Sir or Mr._____, not fuckin mayne" What lit my fuse was the implication that I was some low-life scum-bag trying to return merchandise that wasn't mine, stolen or from somewhere else. That would make me a liar and a thief. I wouldn't take that shit from a human, even on a good day and sure as hell wasn't gonna listen to some nasty nigger sow spew that crap.
So I got loud, REALLY LOUD. Yeah, I lost my bearing and used a few "Fuck" and "Goddamned"s. Continuing, and this is where it gets good. The beast tells me they have called the po-po and I need to calm-down. I said "too late...the police are already here". I pull out my badge-wallet and slam it nearly through the fuckin counter. For an instant, I could swear I saw fear on it's face. Then it returned to TNB. To sum it up, after all the dust settles, these fuckers are trying to close and I tell them "I got all fuckin night". The local gendarme finally show-up and are siding with me and telling the store manager they shouldn't be called for customer complaints.
I'm still in the middle of this issue but did go to Target after I left to buy a different fishing pole. FUCK Nigmart and that sow.
Here is the e-mail I sent to Nigmarts' Global Ethics Office
Like I said, I'm an easy-going guy these days and had the clerk been a human and said (politely), "Sir, I really want to resolve this issue with you. May I have a number where we can reach you?" I'd have been good and on my merry way. God-damn I hope the sow gets fired!!!!!!!!!
Your Description of the Incident:
On 4-3-13 I made a purchase that included a fishing rod/reel. When I got home, I discovered that it was defective. Later that evening when I returned to the store for an exchange, I was told that the fishing rod/reel on my receipt did not match the item I was returning and no refund or exchange was possible. The customer service employee suggested that the merchandise I was returning was an item that was still in the current inventory. It was suggested also that I was trying to defraud Walmart by returning an item I did not purchase. I am a retired Sheriff's Deputy and am not in the habit of theft, deceit nor fraud. Your employee was highly offensive and in short, implied that I was either a liar, thief or both. Before I seek legal remedy, I am giving you an opportunity to resolve this issue to my satisfaction. This type of behavior is highly insulting and bordering on criminal.