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Apparently corporate has decided to release a new radio commercial for our store, and it mentions chemicals are half off. Now, the truth of the matter is only 7 chems are actually half off, 6 are cheaper by the case, and the rest are full price. It has been this way for more than a month.
Then I am graced this afternoon by His Majesty King Asshat the Millionth when he appraoches my counter with 3 gallons of shock. I ring them through and tell him the total, and he immediately shouts "No!"
I ask him the problem, and he says "They should be $1.50 each!" I tell him that is the Econo Shock, which is weaker than what he brought over (and for the record, what he brought over is $4.99/gal.) He then insists that they should be half off, all chems are half-off. I inform him that they are not, not this stuff anyway, and the year-end sale he's thinking of we are not even doing this year.
Now he bellows that I should give him a discount for his trouble. He continues to rant and rave, sating he's paid $2.49 elsewhere, he's paid that much here, bladdy bladdy blah. I refuse to budge.
He then accuses me of faulty advertising and points an accusing finger at me (a la Phoenix Wright) and says "Change that radio ad right now!" and I tell him "I'll get right on that sir." In a joking tone, of course.
He stands there. Expectantly. Then, I swear to God, he morphed into Inflato-Human, and started swelling up like a bullfrog. I ask him what's wrong, and he shouts "Why aren't you changing that ad?" "Because I'm not awesome enough to control radio," I tell him.
He pays and leaves, and as a final act his wife drives his black Benz in front of the store, he rolls the window down, and bites his thumb at me. No shit.
Bye to you too, Your Majesty.
Then I am graced this afternoon by His Majesty King Asshat the Millionth when he appraoches my counter with 3 gallons of shock. I ring them through and tell him the total, and he immediately shouts "No!"
I ask him the problem, and he says "They should be $1.50 each!" I tell him that is the Econo Shock, which is weaker than what he brought over (and for the record, what he brought over is $4.99/gal.) He then insists that they should be half off, all chems are half-off. I inform him that they are not, not this stuff anyway, and the year-end sale he's thinking of we are not even doing this year.
Now he bellows that I should give him a discount for his trouble. He continues to rant and rave, sating he's paid $2.49 elsewhere, he's paid that much here, bladdy bladdy blah. I refuse to budge.
He then accuses me of faulty advertising and points an accusing finger at me (a la Phoenix Wright) and says "Change that radio ad right now!" and I tell him "I'll get right on that sir." In a joking tone, of course.
He stands there. Expectantly. Then, I swear to God, he morphed into Inflato-Human, and started swelling up like a bullfrog. I ask him what's wrong, and he shouts "Why aren't you changing that ad?" "Because I'm not awesome enough to control radio," I tell him.
He pays and leaves, and as a final act his wife drives his black Benz in front of the store, he rolls the window down, and bites his thumb at me. No shit.
Bye to you too, Your Majesty.
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
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