This could only happen to me.

So we decided to get another television.  Bell in our area is now offering the full wireless experience, providing of course you have a television that supports the technology.  C is out of town until Christmas eve. So I am trying to figure out what we need.... Well, okay, not need, but want.  So I go into an Electronic store.  I fucking hate hard core sales guys, so I latched on to the one softer touch female sales person who was much more about helping me decides rather than push whatever was giving the bigger bonus for sales.  I genuinely LIKED her, which is what makes this so much fucking worse.  (I wish to at this point say the other female on the floor was hard core sales person too, it is not a sexist thing)
   Anyway, we got along well, and she spent the time (which is a big deal this time of year) to make an informed buy, and I flirted my ass off to get a good deal.  (Yeah, I will flirt to save a few bucks, but we both knew I was doing it).  Finally it was done, deal good, she got her sale and commission.  it had to come from another store, so I had to pick it up the next day, and she would give me a call.
   Now here is where it all falls to shit.  I forgot my phone.  I left it plugged in, I was half way to Jake's before I figured it out, so I was not going back.  Spent the morning there helping his mother and him, I start to go home, and figure I would swing by to see if the television was in.  It was.... so I waited... and waited.... and waited when finally my sales lady says "Oh, it is showing on our system as picked up."  Bull fucking shit.  I lost my mother fucking mind, and another guy says "yeah he came in to pick it up."  And here I stand with my pick up and receipt, which you need to pick it up.  He shows me a reprinted receipt with a signature, not mine, but my name.  I showed ID, including my credit card it was bought on.  I was very definitely making a scene.  But yeah.... My stuff.... I told you.

The manager did come, and basically told me they would need to look through security to see if indeed someone else had picked it up.  So I had to wait until the next day.  I was fucking fuming.  Pretty sure I roundly cursed them all, and wanted my money baack righttttt fuckkkking nooooow!  Then the manager basically accused me of scamming them.  Of coming and picking it up them claiming later it was not me, because his staff ALWAYS demanded identification when the original receipt was not available.

I was so freaking mad, but I realized there was jack-shit I could do until they did check the surveillance.  SO I went home.... opened the door, and C is home.  The job got cancelled..... Oh fuck, the pieces fell into place.... quickly.  C got the call on my phone.  C picked up the television, and NO they did not ask for ID.  So.... it was a very embarrassed me that had to call the store and tell them what happened.  I can never go back there, which the manager more or less suggested anyway, in case my making a total cunt of myself didn't make me  to embarrassed to.