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I'm eating crisps (best breakfast in the world, I know), and I remembered this one from a week or so ago. It almost would have made me laugh if she hadn't pissed me off so badly.
We had a sale on one of our bags of potatoes. Now, I'll be the first to admit that our signage system isn't the least confusing in the world, but it's easy to tell that a 10lb bag of potatoes isn't going to go for anything less than $4, much less $2.50.
This woman is being rung out and as the cashier rings in the giant bag of potatoes she looks up at the screen and practically screeches, "No, no! Those are supposed to be $2.49! Your sign over there above them says so!"
The cashier (C), turns to me.
C: Bubbles? Can you go check on the price of these? She says they're supposed to be $2.49, but that's not how they're ringing up.
Me: Sure, why not. *heads over to produce, reads the sign and decides to say fuck it and bring over every type of bag of russets we have* Let's see which one rings up the right price.
We go until we get to a small bag of about five potatoes that are labeled "microwavable" (I'm honestly not sure whether or not that means it steams better in the microwave than other potatoes, or if they're just blowing smoke out their ass to sell something. My bet is on the latter). This bag says "Idaho" across the front, meaning they are potatoes from Idaho.
PL: Those aren't russets! They say Idaho on the front!
Me: Because they're russets from Idaho, ma'am...
PL: But it says Idaho!
Me: Yes, ma'am. They're russets that were grown in Idaho. The label is just telling you where they're grown. *flips the bag over and points to where it says russets* See?
PL: No! They can't be russets because it says IDAHO ON THEM! You know what, never mind. Forget the potatoes. I'll get them at *insert large chain store that opened about two years ago*
Me: Alright, if that's what you want.
Potato Lady leaves and out of curiosity, I had C ring in the potatoes to check the price.
C: Huh. Whadda ya know... $2.49
Me:
Now, normally I would put something like this under brain burps because, well... It was obvious she wasn't firing on all cylinders. However, she would have made me go back and forth until I found the damned potatoes that were for the sale price if I hadn't just skipped a step and brought them all. And then there's the fact that she was a bitch, and is every time she comes in. She ALWAYS threatens to take her business to the other store. Never does, sadly enough.
Oh, and the potatoes on sale? As I said, it's five or six potatoes in a long, thin bag. A 5lb bag of potatoes is only about $3.50, if I'm remembering correctly. So she could have paid a dollar more for what could easily come out to be two or three times what she would get at the sale price
We had a sale on one of our bags of potatoes. Now, I'll be the first to admit that our signage system isn't the least confusing in the world, but it's easy to tell that a 10lb bag of potatoes isn't going to go for anything less than $4, much less $2.50.
This woman is being rung out and as the cashier rings in the giant bag of potatoes she looks up at the screen and practically screeches, "No, no! Those are supposed to be $2.49! Your sign over there above them says so!"
The cashier (C), turns to me.
C: Bubbles? Can you go check on the price of these? She says they're supposed to be $2.49, but that's not how they're ringing up.
Me: Sure, why not. *heads over to produce, reads the sign and decides to say fuck it and bring over every type of bag of russets we have* Let's see which one rings up the right price.
We go until we get to a small bag of about five potatoes that are labeled "microwavable" (I'm honestly not sure whether or not that means it steams better in the microwave than other potatoes, or if they're just blowing smoke out their ass to sell something. My bet is on the latter). This bag says "Idaho" across the front, meaning they are potatoes from Idaho.
PL: Those aren't russets! They say Idaho on the front!
Me: Because they're russets from Idaho, ma'am...
PL: But it says Idaho!
Me: Yes, ma'am. They're russets that were grown in Idaho. The label is just telling you where they're grown. *flips the bag over and points to where it says russets* See?
PL: No! They can't be russets because it says IDAHO ON THEM! You know what, never mind. Forget the potatoes. I'll get them at *insert large chain store that opened about two years ago*
Me: Alright, if that's what you want.
Potato Lady leaves and out of curiosity, I had C ring in the potatoes to check the price.
C: Huh. Whadda ya know... $2.49
Me:
Now, normally I would put something like this under brain burps because, well... It was obvious she wasn't firing on all cylinders. However, she would have made me go back and forth until I found the damned potatoes that were for the sale price if I hadn't just skipped a step and brought them all. And then there's the fact that she was a bitch, and is every time she comes in. She ALWAYS threatens to take her business to the other store. Never does, sadly enough.
Oh, and the potatoes on sale? As I said, it's five or six potatoes in a long, thin bag. A 5lb bag of potatoes is only about $3.50, if I'm remembering correctly. So she could have paid a dollar more for what could easily come out to be two or three times what she would get at the sale price
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