I was a stereo salesman in the '70s, on draw vs. commission, meaning I didn't get paid unless I sold. I demonstrated every combination
of equipment in the store, for a half hour straight, for some uppity sheboon. I was there by myself, and had to ring up some people who
actually wanted to buy things, and this bitch got offended that I stepped away for 5 minutes. She went to my store manager and complained,
then the two of them come back to confront me. I told them both that I did everything I possibly could do, accommodating her in every
respect, and that store policy was that customers at the register got priority over people shopping. My manager was an asshole, but even he
realized there was no satisfying this bitch-on-wheels, so he backed me up, and she left in a huff. Meanwhile, she walked away from great
deals, on quality gear, that would have been expertly set-up and supported, by me. My only other nigger customers would come in on
Christmas eve, and have a fit when we were out of $9.95 headphones, from our two week old sale flyer. Again, they'd go right to the manager
and complain, as if I had the merch - but wouldn't sell it to them. I'd just whip out my order book, point to where I'd asked for 250 units,
got 100, and had zero in the inventory. God fucking forbid that they'd buy some real Koss headphones, for $14.95, which I had right there.