Come by and see the new addition to the library sometime, since "that much fun" is not today the gleeful hoorah of a miserable cashier hag who told a member of our senior board, who uses a walking stick that no help was available to get a couple of windsor chairs (a gift to the library) into the car, especially when the librarian, ever grateful for contributions to the cause, gets finished providing a free tongue lashing in the matter.
Your humble librarian is a polite, sarcastic, snotty little thing (can't even be imitated by those who claim to have specialties in accents and voices), and the cashier prolly won't even figger out for a couple of weeks what I said, especially since it was about an hour and a half after the incident when I pulled up and noted a car that needed emptied out; however, the manager got the point and gladly handed out a gift card to the 4'10" 80 year-old on her walking stick. Bet she gets help next time if she chooses to buy anything that big. Take that, you fat cow!