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Ok, so visiting xx_wolfie_xx in San Antonio, and we wandered into a Half Priced Books about 45 minutes before they closed. We're browsing, grabbing a book here and there, and then the 15 minute warning sounds over the overhead. Being GOOD and AWARE customers, we make our final picks and head up to the register, right as a page for MOD to the front is being made. We get inline behind this older couple, and wait.
And wait.
And wait, while another page for MOD is made. MOD finally shows up and old man and old woman start in on him. Mostly old man, the woman just stood there with a sour look on her face the entire time.
MOD: Yes, can I help you?
OM: We are buying over $300 of items.
MOD: Ok...
OM: Is there anyway you can give us more of a discount?
At this point, wolfie growls softly and goes "This is a STORE, not a Turkish Bazaar!"
OM: But we are buying $300 worth of stuff!
MOD: I'm sorry, but I really can't authorize any price changes, unless you are buying any kind of collectible items, then there's room to negotiate slightly. Are there any collectibles?
OM: No, but there is over $300 worth of material here!
MOD: Well, do you have an educator's license, we might be able to get you into the system that way, and...
OM: No. We are buying a large amount of stuff. WE want to get a better discount.
and on and on and on and on. They opened a second register that could take cards only. Realize it was SO close to closing they originally had 1 till open, since there weren't that many people in the store, but the line had 4 or 5 customers behind us. Wolfie and I get the feeling they waited until the last second to pull this shit, in the hopes that the MOD would be all "yeah, sure have a discount, just to get you out of my store". But thankfully MOD stuck to his guns. He even actually tried to help the pompous ass. He did, but no dice.
We finished our transaction and headed out the door and they were STILL at the counter getting rung up, finally. Old woman happened to glance my way, and hey, I'm polite. I smiled at her on my way out and she just had this sour look on her face. Not catbuttface, but more like...stank face, according to wolfie. The face of someone who chronically smells sewage from her own trashy EW sense of self importance.
BONUS: on my way to the greyhound station, I'm standing on the corner right across from it and this guy stumbles up to me.
Him: <looks at my suitcase> Where you goin', lady?
Me: <Points> to the greyhound station
Him: But WHERE you going?
Me: to San Antonio. To visit my boyfriend.
Him: oh oh, that's niiiiice. You a pretty lady, so that makes sense.
Me: thanks...have a good weekend.
I THOUGHT I got away clean, no suck, right? He's not a creeper, he just expressed that I was pretty and I moved on...until as I'm across the street, he shouts:
Him: YOU MAKE SURE HE F
S YOU HARD YOU SO PRETTY!!
And wait.
And wait, while another page for MOD is made. MOD finally shows up and old man and old woman start in on him. Mostly old man, the woman just stood there with a sour look on her face the entire time.
MOD: Yes, can I help you?
OM: We are buying over $300 of items.
MOD: Ok...
OM: Is there anyway you can give us more of a discount?
At this point, wolfie growls softly and goes "This is a STORE, not a Turkish Bazaar!"
OM: But we are buying $300 worth of stuff!
MOD: I'm sorry, but I really can't authorize any price changes, unless you are buying any kind of collectible items, then there's room to negotiate slightly. Are there any collectibles?
OM: No, but there is over $300 worth of material here!
MOD: Well, do you have an educator's license, we might be able to get you into the system that way, and...
OM: No. We are buying a large amount of stuff. WE want to get a better discount.
and on and on and on and on. They opened a second register that could take cards only. Realize it was SO close to closing they originally had 1 till open, since there weren't that many people in the store, but the line had 4 or 5 customers behind us. Wolfie and I get the feeling they waited until the last second to pull this shit, in the hopes that the MOD would be all "yeah, sure have a discount, just to get you out of my store". But thankfully MOD stuck to his guns. He even actually tried to help the pompous ass. He did, but no dice.
We finished our transaction and headed out the door and they were STILL at the counter getting rung up, finally. Old woman happened to glance my way, and hey, I'm polite. I smiled at her on my way out and she just had this sour look on her face. Not catbuttface, but more like...stank face, according to wolfie. The face of someone who chronically smells sewage from her own trashy EW sense of self importance.
BONUS: on my way to the greyhound station, I'm standing on the corner right across from it and this guy stumbles up to me.
Him: <looks at my suitcase> Where you goin', lady?
Me: <Points> to the greyhound station
Him: But WHERE you going?
Me: to San Antonio. To visit my boyfriend.
Him: oh oh, that's niiiiice. You a pretty lady, so that makes sense.
Me: thanks...have a good weekend.
I THOUGHT I got away clean, no suck, right? He's not a creeper, he just expressed that I was pretty and I moved on...until as I'm across the street, he shouts:
Him: YOU MAKE SURE HE F
S YOU HARD YOU SO PRETTY!!
that is just so random.
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