At my Aid of Rite, a regular customer comes in-94 years old and still drives and lives on her own. She's awesome that way. However.
"Where do you have your crunchies?!?"
"Crunchies?"
"yeah the things advertised for 2/$6 with the $1 off reward!"
" What do you mean by crunchies?"
"Shit. Here! 'Breetos'! The crunchies!"
"Oh those ones! The xx.x ozs?"
"Yeah, do you have any out back?"
"*go and check, come back* No."
"Gimmie a raincheck!"
(In order to write a raincheck, we need the UPC. The "Breeto-Flay" snack section is stocked by a vendor and therefore, we don't have shelf labels for them.)
*S2 comes over*
"We actually can't. There are no labels and we need the UPC number."
"I have no idea what you just said."
"The section is stocked by a vendor, who comes in twice a week to stock our snacks. We don't care for that section, the vendor does. To write a raincheck, we need a number off of the shelf label and there are no shelf labels for the 'Breetos'."
"Yes there are! It says 2/$6, right there!"
"That is the dip, Ma'am."
"Well write me a raincheck!"
"Actually the 'Breeto' guy will be back tomorrow morning. Why not stop in then?"
"Ok then, sweetheart, I'll stop in tomorrow."
The best part? Her cheesey crunchy goodness IS NOT on sale. It is the potato chips and the dip that are on sale, and all signs are correct in announcing that fact.
Bonus: Ejaculation
I come in at 9ish this morning and I see some fuckstick has opened a bottle of "Grepsi", shaken it up, and let it splash over several hundred dollars worth of product, the floor and part of the cooler. Then they left it there.
I WISH we could ban them, I wish, wish, wish, wish, WISH.
"Where do you have your crunchies?!?"
"Crunchies?"
"yeah the things advertised for 2/$6 with the $1 off reward!"
" What do you mean by crunchies?"
"Shit. Here! 'Breetos'! The crunchies!"
"Oh those ones! The xx.x ozs?"
"Yeah, do you have any out back?"
"*go and check, come back* No."
"Gimmie a raincheck!"
(In order to write a raincheck, we need the UPC. The "Breeto-Flay" snack section is stocked by a vendor and therefore, we don't have shelf labels for them.)
*S2 comes over*
"We actually can't. There are no labels and we need the UPC number."
"I have no idea what you just said."
"The section is stocked by a vendor, who comes in twice a week to stock our snacks. We don't care for that section, the vendor does. To write a raincheck, we need a number off of the shelf label and there are no shelf labels for the 'Breetos'."
"Yes there are! It says 2/$6, right there!"
"That is the dip, Ma'am."
"Well write me a raincheck!"
"Actually the 'Breeto' guy will be back tomorrow morning. Why not stop in then?"
"Ok then, sweetheart, I'll stop in tomorrow."
The best part? Her cheesey crunchy goodness IS NOT on sale. It is the potato chips and the dip that are on sale, and all signs are correct in announcing that fact.
Bonus: Ejaculation
I come in at 9ish this morning and I see some fuckstick has opened a bottle of "Grepsi", shaken it up, and let it splash over several hundred dollars worth of product, the floor and part of the cooler. Then they left it there.
I WISH we could ban them, I wish, wish, wish, wish, WISH.
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