cye incident
i went to the amherst salvation army for the first time in a long time just to see if i might find that one wearable thing. i found this nice longsleeve collarshirt. also i found this ugly ass button up collar shirt that would make a perfect pirate shirt and *didn't have a price tag on it* (that indicates importance for later on).
picture that shirt with this really ratty red pattern on the front with white sleeves (minus the lameo wearing it). i made a snap decision to get it for halloween (thinking ahead and i have no creativity to spend on such a trite holiday as halloween). so two shirts picked out, one without a pricetag and the other half-off (*making it $4* and thank god b/c that place is a fucking expensive salvation army for re-used st. john's bay shirts and shit).
after 5+ minutes of waiting in line this dialogue between myself and the young lady cashier (approximately) happens.
me: *handing here the items and showing her the pricetag-less pirate shirt* so this shirt didn't have a pricetag on it, but all the other long-sleeve shirts in the section were 7.99 or less.
cashier: uhhm, we can't selling anything that doesn't have a pricetag.
me: but that whole section of shirts is 7.99 max. can't you just enter the 7.99 and possibly take half off because it's a ratty shirt?
cashier: yeah, sorry, i can't do that. *takes shirt away from me and puts it in bin behind her*
me: okay, i guess i'll just get this shirt then.
cashier: *rings up item* that's going to be $4.
me: *takes out debit card since that's all i had at the time*
cashier: you can't use that on anything less than 5 dollars.
me: are you serious? *there's a line that keeps growing behind me, likely getting impatient*
cashier: that's the store policy.
me: well why don't you have someone price that shirt that didn't have a pricetag and then that'll be over 5 dollars.
cashier: i don't think anyone working here today can do that....
me: *i give her a "you've got to be kidding me look"-type look, look at this really long line behind me, decide this isn't worth launching into a tirade about, and turn to leave, but i and stop turn around and point at her* you haven't seen the last of me.
end scene
this is the salvation army, how is it that big of deal for the cashier to make up some price and be done with it?! this isn't some major chain store like an office max or best buy where inventory is taken. they survive on donations!!
i've also heard two new franz ferdinand songs, "do you want to" and "eleanor put your boots on." the first is pretty "eh." the second sounds like a bob dylan song being sung by alex kapranos. thumbs up.
picture that shirt with this really ratty red pattern on the front with white sleeves (minus the lameo wearing it). i made a snap decision to get it for halloween (thinking ahead and i have no creativity to spend on such a trite holiday as halloween). so two shirts picked out, one without a pricetag and the other half-off (*making it $4* and thank god b/c that place is a fucking expensive salvation army for re-used st. john's bay shirts and shit).
after 5+ minutes of waiting in line this dialogue between myself and the young lady cashier (approximately) happens.
me: *handing here the items and showing her the pricetag-less pirate shirt* so this shirt didn't have a pricetag on it, but all the other long-sleeve shirts in the section were 7.99 or less.
cashier: uhhm, we can't selling anything that doesn't have a pricetag.
me: but that whole section of shirts is 7.99 max. can't you just enter the 7.99 and possibly take half off because it's a ratty shirt?
cashier: yeah, sorry, i can't do that. *takes shirt away from me and puts it in bin behind her*
me: okay, i guess i'll just get this shirt then.
cashier: *rings up item* that's going to be $4.
me: *takes out debit card since that's all i had at the time*
cashier: you can't use that on anything less than 5 dollars.
me: are you serious? *there's a line that keeps growing behind me, likely getting impatient*
cashier: that's the store policy.
me: well why don't you have someone price that shirt that didn't have a pricetag and then that'll be over 5 dollars.
cashier: i don't think anyone working here today can do that....
me: *i give her a "you've got to be kidding me look"-type look, look at this really long line behind me, decide this isn't worth launching into a tirade about, and turn to leave, but i and stop turn around and point at her* you haven't seen the last of me.
end scene
this is the salvation army, how is it that big of deal for the cashier to make up some price and be done with it?! this isn't some major chain store like an office max or best buy where inventory is taken. they survive on donations!!
i've also heard two new franz ferdinand songs, "do you want to" and "eleanor put your boots on." the first is pretty "eh." the second sounds like a bob dylan song being sung by alex kapranos. thumbs up.