Recently I have had exceptionally crappy service at stores. At the local pet shop and an office supply store. Generally I would have blown it off, but this time I called the '1-800' number for each store and complained. At first I thought that I was being a jerk and it was no big deal. But then I thought about when I was a teenager in retail and how I smiled and thanked the customer even while I planned my escape from the drudges of customer service. If you are so miserable that you cannot be bothered to put aside your lack of personality for eight hours then perhaps you should look into factory work. Third shift. You'll meet many like-minded people there. Bastards.