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Our 'value/economy size' meat packages have large red-and-yellow stickers on the wrapping "SAVE $2 (card savings is reflected in sticker price). The wording is of course 1/10 the size of the 'SAVE' part.
A lady of a certain ethnicity comes up with a pack of steaks that even with the $2 'savings' is still around $10 or so. She has a store card, which brings the cost down a bit, but...wait for it.
She hands me $2, and stands there with that expectant look that makes me want to smack people. "$2."
Me: "You owe me $8 more. This meat is $10."
SC: "Two dolla."
I point to the screen. "It's $10."
She points to the red sticker. "Two dolla!"
Me: "No, you save $2 with the store card. [points to this on the screen, and also indicates exactly where the price is on the package] The actual price is $10."
SC: "Two! TWO! Sticker say TWO DOLLA!" Part of me expected her to launch into "machine no good!"
Me: "Ma'am, the card SAVINGS is two dollars. You pay ten dollars, but still save money."
Lather, rinse, repeat. I probably could have explained it better, but I wasn't scheduled to be on register (so I couldn't plan ahead and buy a drink before clocking in) and at this point the zillion-degree heat index up there is getting to me. At this point manager C comes over to see what's going on. So she starts in "Two dolla!" on him.
Eventually he convinces her that the price is indeed ten dollars. Of course this is too expensive for her...I don't know if I'd even eat a $2 steak. As a parting shot, she pokes a hole in the plastic, and then takes the pack back to the case (so I can't void it out and C needs to use the god card to cancel everything). C sends me back to the case to find the package (yay 40 degrees in the meat case) and then orders me to go on break. Poor steaks, they looked pretty nice and I was going to buy them if she didn't...yet another "if I can't have this nobody can" SC.
Later that night, I rang up a little kid and his mom...they were buying a 'family pack' of popsicles among some other stuff. After mom pays, the kid opens the box and gives a popsicle to both me and the bagger
(by some miracle the store was slow so I was allowed to put my Closed sign up for a minute or two to enjoy it)
A lady of a certain ethnicity comes up with a pack of steaks that even with the $2 'savings' is still around $10 or so. She has a store card, which brings the cost down a bit, but...wait for it.
She hands me $2, and stands there with that expectant look that makes me want to smack people. "$2."
Me: "You owe me $8 more. This meat is $10."
SC: "Two dolla."
I point to the screen. "It's $10."
She points to the red sticker. "Two dolla!"
Me: "No, you save $2 with the store card. [points to this on the screen, and also indicates exactly where the price is on the package] The actual price is $10."
SC: "Two! TWO! Sticker say TWO DOLLA!" Part of me expected her to launch into "machine no good!"
Me: "Ma'am, the card SAVINGS is two dollars. You pay ten dollars, but still save money."
Lather, rinse, repeat. I probably could have explained it better, but I wasn't scheduled to be on register (so I couldn't plan ahead and buy a drink before clocking in) and at this point the zillion-degree heat index up there is getting to me. At this point manager C comes over to see what's going on. So she starts in "Two dolla!" on him.
Eventually he convinces her that the price is indeed ten dollars. Of course this is too expensive for her...I don't know if I'd even eat a $2 steak. As a parting shot, she pokes a hole in the plastic, and then takes the pack back to the case (so I can't void it out and C needs to use the god card to cancel everything). C sends me back to the case to find the package (yay 40 degrees in the meat case) and then orders me to go on break. Poor steaks, they looked pretty nice and I was going to buy them if she didn't...yet another "if I can't have this nobody can" SC.
Later that night, I rang up a little kid and his mom...they were buying a 'family pack' of popsicles among some other stuff. After mom pays, the kid opens the box and gives a popsicle to both me and the bagger
(by some miracle the store was slow so I was allowed to put my Closed sign up for a minute or two to enjoy it)
, though I did dress up(zombie surgeon), and yes I asked the parents permission first, in a manner that if the parent said no the child wouldn't be upset because they missed out.
) that if you are in a country (visiting, living, in between airport flights, whatever) and you dont' speak the majorly used language well, then you don't get into an arguement over something written in that language 
I have no patience for grown ass adults who act like children when they do not get their way.
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