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Then turn around and return your purchase. That REALLY pisses them off. Two weeks ago, I returned a $600 cell phone at Comp USA after they asked me to see a receipt. I said, "Sure, let's go over here (customer service/return counter) and let's process my return!"

This attitude started with airline "security" and is becoming rampant in American society against mature WASP, 7th generation middle-aged business men. And yes, I'm an MCP and don't believe in this political correctness crap! Those that slurp that scuz can go invite Nelson Mandella to join them to live in France.

"Then turn around and return your purchase. That REALLY pisses them off. Two weeks ago, I returned a $600 cell phone at Comp USA after they asked me to see a receipt. I said, "Sure, let's go over here (customer service/return counter) and let's process my return!" "

Bingo! I did the same thing to Best Buy. In 1994, I bought a $1,400 TV. On the way out, not 20 feet from the register where I paid, they asked to see the receipt and check the contents of the parts bag that came with it. I said basicially the same as you did, "Sure, but ya might want to do it over at the customer service counter where I intend to return this TV. See, now that I know you people deal with criminals so much that you inspect even your employees at the cash registers, I am not so sure this television isn't stolen or a valid Sony television. I don't want the problems associated with such a criminal enterprise as Best Buy. So, let's get my money back." They did do their stupid check, and I did return the TV. The manager was a jackass and didn;t care that I returned it. The corporate office offered a %10 discount, but I shredded it and sent it back to them. I bought from a local shop, and even got $100 less on the price.

I was in Ulta, one of those perfume/cologne places, and had made a purchase.

I was starting my car and one of the "managers" ran out, wrote down my license tag number, and said "Can you wait here till the police arrive?" She had gone to one of the shelves and found an empty cologne box, and utilizing her magnificent powers of deduction, figured I had stolen its contents.

Not having stolen anything, I knew I could drive away with impunity. But I decided to stick around, for kicks.

I waited a few minutes, then got tired of waiting. So I went inside and presented my purchase to her underling, witnessing her shocked expression. The police had been called and were on their way (har har),

I demanded a full refund, and when the underling asked why, I told her that I had never beentreated so rudely in my life, and had been accused of theft.

Had I been in a worse mood, I would have shown up the next day to file an official complaint to the higher-ups. But I got my grins, anyway.