I'm chatting with her, she seemed nice enough (this was while the guy helping me was in the back looking for my mail that no one can find), then she sees someone getting ready to come inside. She closes out on her register, said bye to me and put up the "closed" sign and ran in the back. The guy helping me took at least a couple of minutes before he came out after she signed out. I was left standing there with the new customer.
Update: they found my key and my mail. All it took was my husband making a call to our sales person then she called the PO boss at that location. Apparently once you start having a name to throw around they mysteriously find your junk.
Apparently once you start having a name to throw around they mysteriously find your junk.
..."They don't think, they don't imagine, most of them can't even spell; they just run things."