T: Do you carry Fontanini nativity figurines?
Cashier: I don't know, what are they?
T: They're nativity figurines, they're 5 inches.
Cashier: Oh yeah, they're right over there (points to display back in the corner).
T: Thanks, I'll go look.
Of course, they weren't there. So she got back in the long line, and this time when she reached the front, the conversation went like this:
T: Well, I went over there, and I didn't see them. Are you sure you carry them?
Cashier: What are they again?
T: They're 5 inch Fontanini nativity figurines. You pointed to a display, but they weren't over there.
Cashier: Wait, what do they look like?
T: Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Cashier: Very fu**ing funny. (with customers in line gasping in horror.)
One of the other customers who was in line stopped T and practically insisted that she complain to a manager. T did find a manager, but she didn't even get a chance to talk about the rude cashier. They're conversation went something like this:
T: Hi, one of your cashiers wasn't able to help me, but do you carry Fontanini nativity figurines?
Manager: I'm not sure. If you didn't see them over there (pointing to display) then we don't have them.
T: Well, I know that Marshall Field's always carried them, and that Macy's now owns the store, so....
Manager: Well that's just fu**ing life, isn't it.
Two f-bombs in less than half-an hour at the Oakbrook Macy's. Merry Fu**ing Christmas!