"Well, we don't have that stuff that you don't even know what it's called," Tara says, for the umpteenth time, because that's all there is to say, because the woman needs to stop. "Your website says that this is the most well-stocked store in five parishes. Now, I just drove over an hour from Marthaville..." Tara finally stands up, because the lady is not going to stop. This is not like the greatest customer service in the world, but on the other hand, what are you supposed to do? Cry with the lady about the unnamed plastic stuff? Because the lady's not going to cry, she's just going to keep asking if you have it until she gets the answer that she wants, which is the opposite of reality, because that's what this lady is all about. And plus, having seen Prior Tara in the original pilot, this Tara is like one thousand times easier to take anyway. I don't approve of the shit that she does, but of the conservatively ... ten? ... asshole things she does in this episode, I'm pretty much with her on this one. And the next one. "Does our website have a phone number?" Giant Lady supposes that yes, it does. "So it never occurred to you, before you drove an hour, to pick up the phone and call us, to see if we stocked whatever the hell it is that you're looking for?"

No. Because SSAB chooses to classify itself as a store that has things, I guess, and misrepresented itself by not having this particular thing, which is a problem for Giant Lady, but now -- because she's having What Is trouble -- has also become Tara's problem. Say hello to the rest of us, Giant Lady, and welcome to a world without plastic murder sheeting. You have now created two problems. "Why didn't you just find it online and have it delivered to your house? Or were you just looking for an excuse to wear them ugly-ass clothes?" (I grant you that this is a bridge too far, but also, why are you still up my ass, Giant Lady? Go about your business!) Giant Lady in Giant Ugly Ass Clothes stares at her, and asks to speak to Tara's manager. Tara immediately acquiesces and screams a name (Raymond? Something Cajun I don't know?) and the manager looks up in total fear of her bullshit.

"Trust me, you are not gettin' me fired. I am quittin'. You were just the fuckin' catalyst, and for that, I ought to thank you." I love that, "You are the catalyst for all the hell I will now unleash." The lady tells her she's a very rude young woman (she is) but Tara replies that she's not being rude, she's being "uppity." Which is kind of great because firstly, who wouldn't love to act out like this, and secondly, the last thing Tara is interested in being is a sassy Southern black chick, and what better way to demonstrate how shitty people are for putting her in that box than by saying, "This is the box that you put me in."