The sad thing is, I totally believe this story:<\/p>\n
Several years ago I went to Nordstrom at Christmas to do some shopping. The place was a mad house. The clerk took my credit card to ring up my order at another register. I was watching her as she rang up the card and nonchalantly looked around the store while putting my credit card into her pocket.<\/p>\n
When she came back, I asked for my card back, and she kept insisting that she already gave it back to me. Grrrrr!<\/p>\n
I called her supervisor over and told her that I wanted my credit card back from that girl’s back pocket.<\/p>\n
The supervisor had her check her pocket, and then kept insisting that it was just an honest mistake.<\/p>\n
It sure didn’t look like a mistake to me.<\/p>\n
— forums.monstersmallbusiness.com<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
And you wonder why I don’t like dealing with people. Seriously, I’d do everything through mediated interactions<\/a> if I could.<\/p>\n