Along a line of shelves of receipts and pads he went as we followed, and after a few paces, he confidently pointed a sheaf of papers with these words printed at the top:
After a few seconds of stifling our laughter, we explained to the sales clerk that we were looking for something else which is spelled as B-U-T-C-H-E-R. Not knowing the Tagalog version of the paper, we thought the item we were looking for may have a different term in their store so we described it to him.
And, just when we thought matters could not get any worse (or funnier) than it is, he referred us to their security guard.
WTF!
I wanted to laugh out loud.
We thought he'd refer us to another sales clerk or the manager, instead he directed us to the security guard who was, on a positive note, very helpful and tried his best to picture what kind of paper we were looking for. The clerk just gave us the impression that their security guard knows the products in the store better than anyone else.
In the end, we left the store empty-handed. And my plan to dress up my drawers just got butchered.
