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No, they're not behind the couch...
I had an elderly couple come through my line today, and I dealt exclusively with the hag beast, who asked me to price check one of the three tubes of paint in her gnarled fist.
RJ: "$11.99." It's oil paint, and anyone who has taken oil painting knows the stuff ain't cheap! It was a 5.7 ounce tube if memory serves.
OH: "But, the 11 oz tube costs that much!"
RJ: *blink, blink* And...?
OH: "This one should cost less, since there's less of it!
RJ: Oh, my gods! Someone place her at the head of an economics class!
RJ: I'm sorry, I have no idea why they're ringing up the same price. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that you misread the price for the bigger tube, and attributed the same price tag to both.
OH: I don't want them then!
RJ: *void the one tube, takes all three tubes and shoves them under my register*
OH: *walks around my counter, and stops suddenly just behind me and to my left to wave her finger in the general direction of my left ear, as I wasn't facing her* "You just lost a sale!"
Oh, please, no! They'll take away my paycheck, and I'll be forced to subside on tinned cat food again! Please, let me get on the floor and beg your forgiveness, then drop the price which is set by the company who makes the damn things so you pay only a dollar! ... Oh, wait, these pants are worth more than my undying devotion to your hobby.
OH: "We're going to the orange store across the street!"
Good luck, they're likely to be just as packed as we are, and they tend to run just a bit more pricey for everything! *return to next customer, and make a face at the customer after her, letting off a little steam, as both had just been witness to the vile harridan's outrage*
That, coupled with the f*cking bags of Easter grass being stuck in a bin with the label 59 cents, when they were ringing up more than three times that...!
No, they're not behind the couch...
I had an elderly couple come through my line today, and I dealt exclusively with the hag beast, who asked me to price check one of the three tubes of paint in her gnarled fist.
RJ: "$11.99." It's oil paint, and anyone who has taken oil painting knows the stuff ain't cheap! It was a 5.7 ounce tube if memory serves.
OH: "But, the 11 oz tube costs that much!"
RJ: *blink, blink* And...?
OH: "This one should cost less, since there's less of it!
RJ: Oh, my gods! Someone place her at the head of an economics class!
RJ: I'm sorry, I have no idea why they're ringing up the same price. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that you misread the price for the bigger tube, and attributed the same price tag to both.
OH: I don't want them then!
RJ: *void the one tube, takes all three tubes and shoves them under my register*
OH: *walks around my counter, and stops suddenly just behind me and to my left to wave her finger in the general direction of my left ear, as I wasn't facing her* "You just lost a sale!"
Oh, please, no! They'll take away my paycheck, and I'll be forced to subside on tinned cat food again! Please, let me get on the floor and beg your forgiveness, then drop the price which is set by the company who makes the damn things so you pay only a dollar! ... Oh, wait, these pants are worth more than my undying devotion to your hobby.
OH: "We're going to the orange store across the street!"
Good luck, they're likely to be just as packed as we are, and they tend to run just a bit more pricey for everything! *return to next customer, and make a face at the customer after her, letting off a little steam, as both had just been witness to the vile harridan's outrage*
That, coupled with the f*cking bags of Easter grass being stuck in a bin with the label 59 cents, when they were ringing up more than three times that...!
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