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Tales from Salvation Army~
BG: All items in the store are marked with brightly colored tags that have the price on them, they are stapled on to the clothing, The prices are decided by headquarters. Each day is a different color half off. If the tag is missing, the item cannot be sold. Even if the tag is removed by the customer at the register. Many, many people try to switch tags, which means we also cannot sell the item.
Children's clothes are .99 unless it is an 'in season' item, in which case it is the price on the tag.
Sir, please do not throw things at the cashiers.
A man and his wife approach the counter with a fur coat. It's priced at $50. They begin arguing that the coat should be much cheaper because of all the various flaws they were pointing out. The cashier tells them she cannot change the price and they are welcome to wait until a half price day to purchase the coat if it is still here.
They abandon the coat in a huff, and check out the other items they have. They argue over the price of a top they have. Again my coworker reminds them she cannot do anything for the price. The man demands a manager. Coworker says she will go get S. The guy goes, quite loudly, no, don't get S, S is a mean word for lady bits. He then rips the tag off the top, invalidating the sale. The cashier explains the policy and he chucks the top at her and marches off.
S charges out from the back upon hearing her name just in time to witness the throwing. S had chased them outside, also witnessing the wife taking a ton of stolen items out of her purse, and demands they come back inside. Bossman is alerted about the couple and the husband denies that he threw, or stole, anything. Bossman told them not to come back.
An Elaborate Heist
Our dressing rooms quickly become horder bays if we aren't careful, depending on how busy we are, I clean them out once every 45mins-hr. I notice a woman, her daughter and her daughter's friend hogging up a dressing room for almost three straight hours. They have two giant shopping carts filled with items.
Daughters friend comes up to me and says she had put her jacket on top of a clothing rack and now it's missing. I notice she's in a very nice, and expensive, coat of ours (bright pink tag) With kinder words than "Idiot tax", I informed her that since we don't really know what is and isn't ours, it was cleaned up and taken into the back for removal. We can check if it's there, but no guarantees. Thankfully, her coat was still in the bin.
Another hour or so passes by, mother and daughter come to the counter to begin checking out. They have roughly $300 worth of clothes and a jacket that does not have tags. The mother launches into a loud cursing tirade about how she is willing to pay any price for the jacket. Because of the events detailed above, bossman is cranky and we cannot ask him to do a pricing. We inform the woman that the coat may be cycled back into the store within the week. She continues to throw a tantrum.
Her daughter then tells her mother her sweatshirt is missing and she left it in the dressing room. Once again, it takes everything not to tell her she just paid her idiot tax for the day, but we can check the back but I doubt it's there because I just literally sent everything down to be disposed of. When we return, sweatshirtless, the mother begins to swear loudly that it will be found or her purchase will be free. Friend in the red jacket appears at this time.
She locates supervisor B downstairs (with all her clothes in tow) and demands she go through the clothes we sent down for her daughters sweatshirt or else. Supervisor B tries to calm her down, but is spineless so she goes into the back to wade through the clothes.
All of a sudden the mother changes to a calm, quiet woman, and leaves without a fight. Taking with her all her purchases without paying. Supervisor B didn't know she hadn't paid upstairs. We're calling it the most elaborate Salvation Army heist ever.
Seasonal is not something you sprinkle on meat
A woman comes up with a kids jacket, priced at $5. A name is scrawled on the collar, likely for daycare. She is rung up for $5 since jackets are now 'in season', and therefor are full price and not .99
She demands to know why it isn't .99, and is explained the whole in season bit. Apparently she doesn't understand 'in season', insisting it's a childs jacket because there is a name on it and wants the jacket for .99
Eventually, she leaves without it, muttering about how the jacket is a kids jacket.
BG: All items in the store are marked with brightly colored tags that have the price on them, they are stapled on to the clothing, The prices are decided by headquarters. Each day is a different color half off. If the tag is missing, the item cannot be sold. Even if the tag is removed by the customer at the register. Many, many people try to switch tags, which means we also cannot sell the item.
Children's clothes are .99 unless it is an 'in season' item, in which case it is the price on the tag.
Sir, please do not throw things at the cashiers.
A man and his wife approach the counter with a fur coat. It's priced at $50. They begin arguing that the coat should be much cheaper because of all the various flaws they were pointing out. The cashier tells them she cannot change the price and they are welcome to wait until a half price day to purchase the coat if it is still here.
They abandon the coat in a huff, and check out the other items they have. They argue over the price of a top they have. Again my coworker reminds them she cannot do anything for the price. The man demands a manager. Coworker says she will go get S. The guy goes, quite loudly, no, don't get S, S is a mean word for lady bits. He then rips the tag off the top, invalidating the sale. The cashier explains the policy and he chucks the top at her and marches off.
S charges out from the back upon hearing her name just in time to witness the throwing. S had chased them outside, also witnessing the wife taking a ton of stolen items out of her purse, and demands they come back inside. Bossman is alerted about the couple and the husband denies that he threw, or stole, anything. Bossman told them not to come back.
An Elaborate Heist
Our dressing rooms quickly become horder bays if we aren't careful, depending on how busy we are, I clean them out once every 45mins-hr. I notice a woman, her daughter and her daughter's friend hogging up a dressing room for almost three straight hours. They have two giant shopping carts filled with items.
Daughters friend comes up to me and says she had put her jacket on top of a clothing rack and now it's missing. I notice she's in a very nice, and expensive, coat of ours (bright pink tag) With kinder words than "Idiot tax", I informed her that since we don't really know what is and isn't ours, it was cleaned up and taken into the back for removal. We can check if it's there, but no guarantees. Thankfully, her coat was still in the bin.
Another hour or so passes by, mother and daughter come to the counter to begin checking out. They have roughly $300 worth of clothes and a jacket that does not have tags. The mother launches into a loud cursing tirade about how she is willing to pay any price for the jacket. Because of the events detailed above, bossman is cranky and we cannot ask him to do a pricing. We inform the woman that the coat may be cycled back into the store within the week. She continues to throw a tantrum.
Her daughter then tells her mother her sweatshirt is missing and she left it in the dressing room. Once again, it takes everything not to tell her she just paid her idiot tax for the day, but we can check the back but I doubt it's there because I just literally sent everything down to be disposed of. When we return, sweatshirtless, the mother begins to swear loudly that it will be found or her purchase will be free. Friend in the red jacket appears at this time.
She locates supervisor B downstairs (with all her clothes in tow) and demands she go through the clothes we sent down for her daughters sweatshirt or else. Supervisor B tries to calm her down, but is spineless so she goes into the back to wade through the clothes.
All of a sudden the mother changes to a calm, quiet woman, and leaves without a fight. Taking with her all her purchases without paying. Supervisor B didn't know she hadn't paid upstairs. We're calling it the most elaborate Salvation Army heist ever.
Seasonal is not something you sprinkle on meat
A woman comes up with a kids jacket, priced at $5. A name is scrawled on the collar, likely for daycare. She is rung up for $5 since jackets are now 'in season', and therefor are full price and not .99
She demands to know why it isn't .99, and is explained the whole in season bit. Apparently she doesn't understand 'in season', insisting it's a childs jacket because there is a name on it and wants the jacket for .99
Eventually, she leaves without it, muttering about how the jacket is a kids jacket.
-- this was before the PSP version came out, so even our store was asking nearly $80 a pop for them. Most of us working there at the time were planning to come to a nice, civilized method of deciding who had first dibs on buying them...Possibly a royal rumble or something. 
Naturally, these stores typically have the lowest sales out of all of our stores, sometimes selling few enough that we'd be losing money even at the normal price levels (normal = Sell X number per week to get discount amount Y). It made me so happy that I got to clear most of these out lately because the boss wanted to save some moolah.
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