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My only really good story from working in retail is of a dude who wanted to exchange a quart of rancid orange juice at Shaw's supermarket where I was a checkout clerk.

We weren't allowed to do returns and the service desk was closed, so I had to tell him to come back in 3 hours (it was like, 6 AM.)

He screamed "WELL I'M STEALING THIS QUART OF FUCKING TROPICANA THEN, CALL THE GOD DAMNED COPS."

And that guy is my spirit animal now.