Today, I went to the Menards most local to me to return a heavy-ass mahogany door and a piece of weather stripping that I didn't need. I get up to the return desk and this old grandma scans in the door and checks the recipe - No problem.

Then the trouble starts...

She looks at this piece of weather stripping, sees that it has drill holes in it, and she's all, "we can't accept this because it has drill holes." Then, I'm like, "it comes with holes pre-drilled into it." She turns around and starts muttering to this fatbodied cashier. Then she proceeds to get on her headset and ask someone (assuming some random stockboy) if it this item comes pre-drilled.

I'm getting irritated...

A few more hushed words with the fatbodied clerk and she turns back to me, "sorry we can't accept this - it has drill holes in it and it doesn't have a UPC label." She was right about the label: when I purchased the weather stripping, one of the other pieces had a UPC label so they had just use that to ring up the price. Well, it just so happens this piece didn't have a UPC (way to go incompetent Menards stock boys).

Then She Really Pissed Me Off...

"Did you buy this from another store?" the geriatric asks. She had the audacity to accuse me of bringing this in from another store and attempting to return it. Yes, you stupid old hag, I legitimately returned this huge fucking, expensive mahogany door, but I devilishly wanted to slight you on a piece of weather stripping. I got really angry really fast. I'm like, "you guys have these in the back of the store, AND they come pre-drilled." Then her quivering-chin coworker chimes in and repeats word-for-word what the geriatric said.

Then I punched them both in the face!

Alright, not really, but that would have been so fulfilling! Instead, I gave them a mean-assed look, picked up my pre-drilled, illegitimate piece of weather stripping, and walked away without saying any words. I could have been a huge ass and continued to pursue this, but it wasn't worth going to jail over.

The Real Kicker about this Ordeal:

The piece of weather stripping cost exactly six god-damn dollars. They were willing to haggle me over the return of an item... that cost... $6.

WTF people - seriously.