Of Writing Wrongs -Section-

With a self imposed self-righteousness, Helena Kartha stalked into customer service and placed a very severely damaged toaster box containing a severely damaged toaster on the counter. She thought that today she would get her way. She could never have been more wrong in her life. Today, Helena Kartha, notorious returnee of Wal-Mart stock, would find her match in a over-worked, just graduated from high school, teenager, who had recently been told her job was to be terminated at the end of the week. For you see, the reason Lara Protenthis had been fired, was not only because the economy was going to hell, but because this woman, whom she had always been the utmost kind to, had complained about her. It was the final straw that broke the camels back. The battle would commence.
The battle would go something like this:
Lara: “So you decided to show your flee bitten hide around here once more, Madam Kartha.”

Helena Kartha would at this point look at Lara as though she had grown horns, before taking up her snide tone, with the utmost of confidence. This mere girl could do nothing it her.

Helena: “Excuse me? I am the customer here. You would do well to curb your words young lady.”

Lara: “Do you mean young lady or woman you could not stand to the point you complained about her? Let me see… AHHH yes… The 200x Max toaster by Stanley enterprises… I am afraid we cannot take this anymore. Something about customers not being appreciative of services rendered.”

Helena would stutter, and with a deep breath puff her cheeks out like those puffer fish in the Caribbean. The girl was not proving an easy opponent as she was usually.

Helena: “It says there is a warranty for 60 days after purchase.”

Lara: “Oh that, is for special cases. I can see quite plainly here there is mustard, and some sort of coffee stain all over the box. I dare not look at the trash inside. After the LAST few returns you gave us, I decided it was better for my health not to see how badly you destroyed them.”

Was this girl for real? Of course, Helena Kartha DID indeed trash the objects before returning them, therefore getting her money back, but for this snotty lass to tell her this above all others? Like hell she would let her get away with it.

Helena: It is customer appreciation day, and I EXPECT to be taken care of.”

Lara: “Exactly. I appreciate all the other customers so much; I am sincerely trying to rid myself of such a tiresome one as you, so I may move onto the next which is by far more deserving of my services.”

At this, there were several woots, and whistles, which were immediately silenced by the pudgy Helena’s piggy death glare. She poked the girl in the chest. Which under the circumstances was neither a good, nor a very bright idea.

Helena: “Now you listen to me… GIRL… I am RETURNING… this toaster… You will take it… You will refund me in full… or I will speak with your manager.”

Lara had had enough. She grabbed the woman’s hand, jumping over the counter and twisting it behind her back. The conversation from here was quite predictable. Therefore, I will not bore you with the details. It was needless to say that, Helena, was not refunded, and Lara, found herself kicked out of that particular Wal-Mart, forever. Lara of course, was just fine with this. She never wanted to see another stinking Wal-Mart ever again in her life. If at all.
With her pride left intact, she marched to her beaten, rusted, old-banger of a car, and got in. Turning the keys, to hear the old girl splutter, pout, and throw a royal temper tantrum before it began to putt out of the parking space, and off towards her apartment at the Royal Snitch. Of all the apartments in the area, it was perhaps, one of the ones in the worst possible condition that barely met the standards of living. Still, it was all Lara could afford. And with her latest job loss, she was not even positive she could afford that place.