Refund or Exchange

This evening, as I was leaving Wal-Mart with a cartload
of reasons for living, and dying, I spied a gentleman not
quite racing as he should've been towards customer
service with a large box that I had no trouble at all
identifying. It was one of those...

...."TELESCOPES!"

Hooray! He was going to get a refund...I hope!

I did so want to speak to him, to warn him, especially if I
had followed behind and eavesdropped only to find that
instead he wanted an...EVEN EXCHANGE???

Say it ain't so!

Alas, but I did not.

Besides, even if he had sought a refund, he probably
would've bought a deer stand in its stead.

Alan