Today I had some customers from Portland, a middle-aged couple. Now in Oregon they don't have sales tax for whatever reason, which is just super I guess. I can't tell you how many times I've heard Oregonians (Oregonites?) act surprised by the fact that we charge sales tax in California. But yeah, it _is_ a different state. So this couple I guess had been talking to my co-worker about how they don't have sales tax there blah blah blah. Luckily I get to help them check out. Yay!
Me: me
WAM: weird annoying man
WAM: (brings up a book marked $10 before tax) I don't want to pay the sales tax so can you make this book like $9.20 so it will come to ten dollars even? Har har har!
(yes he is joking, but in that stupid way where he is actually being completely serious.)
Me: (smiling) Heh...well sorry, but I have to charge the sales tax....
WAM: Aw but we don't have sales tax in Portland! Your friend there said we wouldn't have to pay the sales tax! Har har har!
Me: (smiling becomes harder to do) Um... well actually I bet he didn't really say that. In California we do have sales tax and we would get in trouble for not charging it....
WAM: Har har! I was just joking! Where's your sense of humor! So you can't give me a dollar off huh! Geez louise! I'm never coming back to this bookstore again! This is terrible!
(this was all really strange because the whole time he was saying these things he was actually smiling and laughing and so was his wife. So... he was joking. But in any other tone of voice he would have been calling the manager about me later.)
Me:
Heh. Uh. I'm sorry about the tax. Do you still want this? It's $10.78.
WAM: I can't believe you won't give it to me for ten! Gee whillikers! Well alrighty wife, let's see what we have. (As he opens his wallet I see a stack of twenties
He pulls out a ten and his wife starts digging for change)
WAM: We only have seventy-seven cents! Oh no! We can't buy it now! Har har har! She won't let us have it for any less! Har etc.
Me: (must...keep...smiling) Don't worry about the penny. BYE NOW!
I know they were just "joking" but it was really the worst "joke" ever. Just the way he was grinning hugely and kind of goading me for "not having a sense of humor" when it was pretty clear that he really really wanted that seventy eight cent discount. Unbelievable! They wandered around for a minute more and on the way out he asked "where's my sense of humor?" again. I wanted to punch his face so bad. Instead I gave him the biggest, fakest smile ever known to man. Hopefully he was telling the truth when he said he wouldn't come back again.
Me: me

WAM: weird annoying man
WAM: (brings up a book marked $10 before tax) I don't want to pay the sales tax so can you make this book like $9.20 so it will come to ten dollars even? Har har har!
(yes he is joking, but in that stupid way where he is actually being completely serious.)
Me: (smiling) Heh...well sorry, but I have to charge the sales tax....
WAM: Aw but we don't have sales tax in Portland! Your friend there said we wouldn't have to pay the sales tax! Har har har!
Me: (smiling becomes harder to do) Um... well actually I bet he didn't really say that. In California we do have sales tax and we would get in trouble for not charging it....
WAM: Har har! I was just joking! Where's your sense of humor! So you can't give me a dollar off huh! Geez louise! I'm never coming back to this bookstore again! This is terrible!
(this was all really strange because the whole time he was saying these things he was actually smiling and laughing and so was his wife. So... he was joking. But in any other tone of voice he would have been calling the manager about me later.)
Me:

WAM: I can't believe you won't give it to me for ten! Gee whillikers! Well alrighty wife, let's see what we have. (As he opens his wallet I see a stack of twenties

WAM: We only have seventy-seven cents! Oh no! We can't buy it now! Har har har! She won't let us have it for any less! Har etc.
Me: (must...keep...smiling) Don't worry about the penny. BYE NOW!
I know they were just "joking" but it was really the worst "joke" ever. Just the way he was grinning hugely and kind of goading me for "not having a sense of humor" when it was pretty clear that he really really wanted that seventy eight cent discount. Unbelievable! They wandered around for a minute more and on the way out he asked "where's my sense of humor?" again. I wanted to punch his face so bad. Instead I gave him the biggest, fakest smile ever known to man. Hopefully he was telling the truth when he said he wouldn't come back again.
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