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First off, let's start this by saying I should have known better than to walk into a Mart of Wal at high noon on a Saturday. What was I thinking?
Only really needed a couple of things, to be honest: doc wants me on a woman's multi-vit, because I'm clearly not getting enough of anything, and some dry gas to keep in the garage because I had just used the last one I had on ol' Bleu to see if that's why her check engine light has come on. Found both, did a bit more browsing (I'm shopping for a new lappy soon, and I have yet to find a case that fits my tablet since it's not on the market anymore), then headed up to the registers.
They were swarmed. I should have seen that coming. I pick one that's only two people deep, and the closest one is just about finished. She finishes up, and the lady that was in front of me goes next. I take my two things out of my basket, put it where it goes, and get them on the belt.
Cashier's ringing through her purchase when she gets to an open packages of heel cushion inserts by a certain foot doctor. The SC goes "Yeah, I opened it, I'm wearing them right now". Cashier tries to scan the package, but half the bar code has been torn off. SC starts giggling, going "Oh shoot, I thought I had tucked it in the box." Cashier has to turn on the "OMG help me" signal.
It takes about ten minutes before somebody comes over to see what's up. She takes one look at the SC's open box, goes back to get her price gun, then goes off to try to find it. She was gone for another 10 minutes. The whole time she was gone the cashier didn't offer to suspend the SC's transaction so the rest of us (now 4 more behind me) could get out of there, although I'm not sure if she could have. SC apologized once, giggling "Sorry". When the price checker comes back, she's brought the wrong shoe inserts. She takes another look at SC's box, and goes "Oh, those, those are $7.98."
"OH NO THEY ARE NOT," bellows SC, "They are $5-something (she really said this)". She argues with the price checker for a few minutes before deciding to go look for them herself, shouting back to the rest of us "You folks better go look for another lane!"
We do, but everyone behind me has decided they all should go ahead of me, so I lose my place. I've had enough, it's been a half hour in checkout as it is, so I go back to my first lane, say "Forget it" and dropped my two items back into the basket I had left under the lane. Then I walked out.
I never do that, I'm not proud of it, and if I hadn't been so desperate to leave I would have trekked back through the store and put them back. But that was just it: I had spent just about an hour in there, and half of that time was up by the registers. Last thing I wanted to do was work my way back through that maze.
Went to Aid of Rite for the vitamins instead and got a bit of a better deal on them, then checked the car-parts store in the same plaza for the dry gas and got some advice to try out instead. I guess I should have done that in the first place.
Only really needed a couple of things, to be honest: doc wants me on a woman's multi-vit, because I'm clearly not getting enough of anything, and some dry gas to keep in the garage because I had just used the last one I had on ol' Bleu to see if that's why her check engine light has come on. Found both, did a bit more browsing (I'm shopping for a new lappy soon, and I have yet to find a case that fits my tablet since it's not on the market anymore), then headed up to the registers.
They were swarmed. I should have seen that coming. I pick one that's only two people deep, and the closest one is just about finished. She finishes up, and the lady that was in front of me goes next. I take my two things out of my basket, put it where it goes, and get them on the belt.
Cashier's ringing through her purchase when she gets to an open packages of heel cushion inserts by a certain foot doctor. The SC goes "Yeah, I opened it, I'm wearing them right now". Cashier tries to scan the package, but half the bar code has been torn off. SC starts giggling, going "Oh shoot, I thought I had tucked it in the box." Cashier has to turn on the "OMG help me" signal.
It takes about ten minutes before somebody comes over to see what's up. She takes one look at the SC's open box, goes back to get her price gun, then goes off to try to find it. She was gone for another 10 minutes. The whole time she was gone the cashier didn't offer to suspend the SC's transaction so the rest of us (now 4 more behind me) could get out of there, although I'm not sure if she could have. SC apologized once, giggling "Sorry". When the price checker comes back, she's brought the wrong shoe inserts. She takes another look at SC's box, and goes "Oh, those, those are $7.98."
"OH NO THEY ARE NOT," bellows SC, "They are $5-something (she really said this)". She argues with the price checker for a few minutes before deciding to go look for them herself, shouting back to the rest of us "You folks better go look for another lane!"
We do, but everyone behind me has decided they all should go ahead of me, so I lose my place. I've had enough, it's been a half hour in checkout as it is, so I go back to my first lane, say "Forget it" and dropped my two items back into the basket I had left under the lane. Then I walked out.
I never do that, I'm not proud of it, and if I hadn't been so desperate to leave I would have trekked back through the store and put them back. But that was just it: I had spent just about an hour in there, and half of that time was up by the registers. Last thing I wanted to do was work my way back through that maze.
Went to Aid of Rite for the vitamins instead and got a bit of a better deal on them, then checked the car-parts store in the same plaza for the dry gas and got some advice to try out instead. I guess I should have done that in the first place.
Not much to fix it there.
), so the cashier didn't have a complete code. I agree with wolfie's theory.
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