Macy's made me sniff it's fingers.
Macy's lady: Hi welcome to Macy's.
Me: Yeah, I spent $100 on these shoes I'm wearing here last month because I wanted to buy some shoes that were nice and would last and the heel fell apart this morning. I would like to exchange them.
Macy's lady: You can't do that.
Me: Why not?
Macy's lady: Well, you need a receipt.
Me: Your exchange policy on the register says that I can exchange these without proof of purchase.
Macy's lady: That is a lie we post, like a rape van disguised as a taco truck.
Me: Oh, well I bought them with my Macy's card so you should be able to pull up my card history and see.
Macy's lady: They have to be in sellable condition.
Me: I'd love for them to be in sellable condition, but they broke a month after you sold them to me. If they were in sellable condition, why would I be here?
Macy's whore: Well sir, you walked in wearing them.
Me: Of course I did. They're fucking shoes. What do you do with your shoes?
Fucking Bitch: We also don't know how they've been used.
Me: You got me. I used them to construct a Philosopher's Stone. I walk in them.
Fucking Bitch: Every day?
Me: We'll say every other day. About 18 days of walking. I could make shoes out of my self esteem that are stronger than that.
Soon to be dead woman: Well, do you see this dildo?
Me: Yes. It's pretty scary looking...What does that have to do with anything?
Quickly gaining the upper hand manager: Well, it doesn't feel very good forced in your ass, does it?
Me: Ow! No, it really doesn't!
Macy's lady: Good. Now get the fuck out of Macy's, queer.
Aug 26th