OK, so I've basically finished with my Staples stories (though I'm sure I'll have more new ones before the Christams season ends). Onto my previous job.
I used to work at a privately owned hobby shop located in a border shopping plaza in Massachusetts. Massachusetts has a 5% sales tax. It was literally the case that about 350 yards away is New Hampshire, and a tax-free shopping haven.
Now, being in the southernmost plaza along this road made for confusion as to just what state we were in. At least once a week we'd get a reaction out of someone new when we rang in their purchases and the sales tax was added. Adding to the confusion was (and still is) the fact that the state line runs at an angle to the plaza, so that if you go to the mall direcetly across the street, you're back in New Hampshire (that becomes important later). Usually one of two things would happen. 1) It would dawn on them that "oh yeah, I'm in Massachusetts now" or 2) we'd say "the state line is about 300 meters THAT WAY" and they'd get it.
But of course, that's just "usually."
The following is a fictional conversation that encompases many of the arguments SCs used to "convince" us we were in a different state.
SC: Excuse me, this item is only $20! Why did you ring it in at $21?
Me (or other clerk): Sales tax.
SC: This is New Hampshire. There's no sales tax in New Hampshire!
Me: We're in Massachusetts. The state line is about 300 yard that way *points*
SC: No we are NOT in Massachusetts!
Me: Yes we are.
SC: Take the tax OFF! We are NOT in Massachusetts. That is a mistake!
Me: It is illegal for us to not charge the tax.
SC: BULLSHIT! WE are NOT in Massachusetts!! Are you aware that directly across teh street is the mall, which is in NH? Therefore, we are also in NH.
(Yeah, major commercial roads always run strictly north-south and state lines always run strictly east-west. Therefore, we MUST be in the same state as the mall. Silly me.)
Me: The state line is 350 yards northeast.
SC: NO! It's south of here!
Me: The highway exit just north of here is exit 36, the last exit in MA. The next exit to the north is exit 1, the first in NH. To get here, you have to come SOUTH from the last exit in MA. We are in MA.
SC: You're just trying to sneak a little extra in to make more profit on something that's overpriced anyway!
(Right. If we were really trying to stiff you, we'd just mark the goods up. We wouldn't do something easily spotted like adding 5% at the register. And if it's overpriced anyway, we wouldn't need to do that. Idiots).
Me: No we aren't. We are in MA. MA requires a 5% sales tax.
SC: Hobby stuff isn't taxable!
Me: Yes, it is.
SC: This is FRAUDULENT! I'm gonna call the cops/attourney general/my lawyer!
Me: Go right ahead. They'll tell you we are in MA. In the meantime, the total is $21.
SC: I'm not paying the tax.
Me: Then I can't sell you this.
SC: Then I won't ever shop here again.
Me: Good.
I'm sure I forgot a few. It got pretty ugly at times. More than a few sales were lost due to our "fraudulent business practices." In fact, it got so bad that at one point I lost all patience and made an enlarged copy of a local map. On it, I highlighted the clearly-marked state line, then added a YOU ARE HERE mark and in BIG letter wrote MASS on the south side of the line. I had this laminated and stashed it behind the counter. Unfortunately, the boss found that too extreme and pitched it.
Of course, it got "better" later. Two years into my tenture there, we moved the store, to a larger space on the other side of the same plaza. Still in MA (the whole plaza is in MA), but about 125 yards closer to the line. Which of course led to a whole new round of stupidity
SC: So you are guys are in NH now, right?
WRONG!
SC: Hey! This is only $20! You charged $21! I thought we were in NH now on this side!!
WRONG!
SC: No, no, NO! This side of the plaza is in NH!!!!!!!
WRONG!
And of course, toss in a healthy portion of the previously mentioned arguments, and we all wanted to start shooting. Sometime after I left, an aeriel photo of the whole area was posted near the register, with a nice fat marker line at the border, and YOU ARE HERE located clearly in MA. I guess I had the right idea after all.
Just typing this up made me want to scream
I used to work at a privately owned hobby shop located in a border shopping plaza in Massachusetts. Massachusetts has a 5% sales tax. It was literally the case that about 350 yards away is New Hampshire, and a tax-free shopping haven.
Now, being in the southernmost plaza along this road made for confusion as to just what state we were in. At least once a week we'd get a reaction out of someone new when we rang in their purchases and the sales tax was added. Adding to the confusion was (and still is) the fact that the state line runs at an angle to the plaza, so that if you go to the mall direcetly across the street, you're back in New Hampshire (that becomes important later). Usually one of two things would happen. 1) It would dawn on them that "oh yeah, I'm in Massachusetts now" or 2) we'd say "the state line is about 300 meters THAT WAY" and they'd get it.
But of course, that's just "usually."
The following is a fictional conversation that encompases many of the arguments SCs used to "convince" us we were in a different state.
SC: Excuse me, this item is only $20! Why did you ring it in at $21?
Me (or other clerk): Sales tax.
SC: This is New Hampshire. There's no sales tax in New Hampshire!
Me: We're in Massachusetts. The state line is about 300 yard that way *points*
SC: No we are NOT in Massachusetts!
Me: Yes we are.
SC: Take the tax OFF! We are NOT in Massachusetts. That is a mistake!
Me: It is illegal for us to not charge the tax.
SC: BULLSHIT! WE are NOT in Massachusetts!! Are you aware that directly across teh street is the mall, which is in NH? Therefore, we are also in NH.
(Yeah, major commercial roads always run strictly north-south and state lines always run strictly east-west. Therefore, we MUST be in the same state as the mall. Silly me.)
Me: The state line is 350 yards northeast.
SC: NO! It's south of here!
Me: The highway exit just north of here is exit 36, the last exit in MA. The next exit to the north is exit 1, the first in NH. To get here, you have to come SOUTH from the last exit in MA. We are in MA.
SC: You're just trying to sneak a little extra in to make more profit on something that's overpriced anyway!
(Right. If we were really trying to stiff you, we'd just mark the goods up. We wouldn't do something easily spotted like adding 5% at the register. And if it's overpriced anyway, we wouldn't need to do that. Idiots).
Me: No we aren't. We are in MA. MA requires a 5% sales tax.
SC: Hobby stuff isn't taxable!
Me: Yes, it is.
SC: This is FRAUDULENT! I'm gonna call the cops/attourney general/my lawyer!
Me: Go right ahead. They'll tell you we are in MA. In the meantime, the total is $21.
SC: I'm not paying the tax.
Me: Then I can't sell you this.
SC: Then I won't ever shop here again.
Me: Good.
I'm sure I forgot a few. It got pretty ugly at times. More than a few sales were lost due to our "fraudulent business practices." In fact, it got so bad that at one point I lost all patience and made an enlarged copy of a local map. On it, I highlighted the clearly-marked state line, then added a YOU ARE HERE mark and in BIG letter wrote MASS on the south side of the line. I had this laminated and stashed it behind the counter. Unfortunately, the boss found that too extreme and pitched it.
Of course, it got "better" later. Two years into my tenture there, we moved the store, to a larger space on the other side of the same plaza. Still in MA (the whole plaza is in MA), but about 125 yards closer to the line. Which of course led to a whole new round of stupidity
SC: So you are guys are in NH now, right?
WRONG!
SC: Hey! This is only $20! You charged $21! I thought we were in NH now on this side!!
WRONG!
SC: No, no, NO! This side of the plaza is in NH!!!!!!!
WRONG!
And of course, toss in a healthy portion of the previously mentioned arguments, and we all wanted to start shooting. Sometime after I left, an aeriel photo of the whole area was posted near the register, with a nice fat marker line at the border, and YOU ARE HERE located clearly in MA. I guess I had the right idea after all.
Just typing this up made me want to scream

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