You'd think I was trying to buy plutonium
Dec. 1st, 2008 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenI have a new story about why I'm sort of glad not to be doing too much shopping this holiday season.
I went into Rite Aid to buy some batteries. (My elliptical machine died on me the other day.) I needed four D batteries, and the four-pack happened to be on sale: buy two, get one free. I only needed the one pack, but what the hell: three means I don't have to buy new ones for like a year. (Judging by the life of the last set.) I stood in one of the ridiculously long lines, got up to the front and watched carefully to be sure that the sale rang up properly. Of course, it didn't, so I corrected the saleslady.
No, actually, those batteries aren't on sale, I was told. I was shown the ones she thought were (a twelve-pack of AAs). I assured her that the ticket (which I had checked and re-checked at least three times, one for each pack) said otherwise. She argued with me, covering the same ground about five times--"Give in, this is the only kind of battery on sale;" "No, actually, it isn't"--before checking a copy of the store circular. No sale in there. "Give up, these just aren't on sale." "I think you'll find they are." We both left the counter to check. (People behind me = contemplating murdering me.) She at first denied what the ticket said then actually read it. Oh, they are on sale.
But we're not done yet! She's a new hire, so she needed the manager's help figuring out how to ring up the purchase. The manager came over (so all the people on her line now hate me) and started the process of denial all over again. "Nuh-uh, those batteries aren't on sale." The saleslady and I, this time in concert, "Yes, they are." The saleslady then had to go fetch the sticker to prove it. (I understand not taking my word for it, but a fellow employee ought to at least get the benefit of the doubt.) It then took another two-three tries to get both saleslady and manager together in concert both to override the register's objection to giving me free shit and to allow my credit card to pay for it.
I'm lucky I got out of there alive, if the looks I was getting were at all indicative of what people were wishing to do to me. Don't get me wrong, I was in retail, I appreciate how obnoxious customers are and can be. And I don't envy them the "joy" of working during this season, but sheeeesh.
I went into Rite Aid to buy some batteries. (My elliptical machine died on me the other day.) I needed four D batteries, and the four-pack happened to be on sale: buy two, get one free. I only needed the one pack, but what the hell: three means I don't have to buy new ones for like a year. (Judging by the life of the last set.) I stood in one of the ridiculously long lines, got up to the front and watched carefully to be sure that the sale rang up properly. Of course, it didn't, so I corrected the saleslady.
No, actually, those batteries aren't on sale, I was told. I was shown the ones she thought were (a twelve-pack of AAs). I assured her that the ticket (which I had checked and re-checked at least three times, one for each pack) said otherwise. She argued with me, covering the same ground about five times--"Give in, this is the only kind of battery on sale;" "No, actually, it isn't"--before checking a copy of the store circular. No sale in there. "Give up, these just aren't on sale." "I think you'll find they are." We both left the counter to check. (People behind me = contemplating murdering me.) She at first denied what the ticket said then actually read it. Oh, they are on sale.
But we're not done yet! She's a new hire, so she needed the manager's help figuring out how to ring up the purchase. The manager came over (so all the people on her line now hate me) and started the process of denial all over again. "Nuh-uh, those batteries aren't on sale." The saleslady and I, this time in concert, "Yes, they are." The saleslady then had to go fetch the sticker to prove it. (I understand not taking my word for it, but a fellow employee ought to at least get the benefit of the doubt.) It then took another two-three tries to get both saleslady and manager together in concert both to override the register's objection to giving me free shit and to allow my credit card to pay for it.
I'm lucky I got out of there alive, if the looks I was getting were at all indicative of what people were wishing to do to me. Don't get me wrong, I was in retail, I appreciate how obnoxious customers are and can be. And I don't envy them the "joy" of working during this season, but sheeeesh.
