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Chewbaccus · 06-04-2002, 07:02 AM

Register War Journal Entry #325:

We're having a bargain sale. All the piddly-ass crap that we've been selling for navel lint is now 75% off. Further, we've tacked another 10% onto already-discounted things n a vain effort to mystify the customers into coming back by the smell of Blackberry Mountain "coffee".

Customer comes up to my register with stack of mechandise, one of which being the was-30-now-40%-off items. I ring him up, give him the total, and this follow:

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Customer: Nonononono. (gives a wierd hybrid of tsk-tsk and clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth) This one here's 40% off, sonny boy. (he said "sonny boy". This cemented him on my hate list.)

Me: I know. It came up like that. (I show him my monitor)

Customer: Ohhhhh, my. Here. (extends his arm, bares his wrist) Slap it.

Me: ...

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The man would not retreat. He refused to proceed along with the transaction until I at least tapped him on the wrist.

Why Lord? Why me? This never happens to the other regiserfs. You would know that. As would I, because they would bitch to me about it.

~mike

06-04-2002, 07:02 AM	#10
Chewbaccus Freethinker/booter Join Date: Jan 2001 Posts: 523	Register War Journal Entry #325: We're having a bargain sale. All the piddly-ass crap that we've been selling for navel lint is now 75% off. Further, we've tacked another 10% onto already-discounted things n a vain effort to mystify the customers into coming back by the smell of Blackberry Mountain "coffee". Customer comes up to my register with stack of mechandise, one of which being the was-30-now-40%-off items. I ring him up, give him the total, and this follow: ********************** Customer: Nonononono. (gives a wierd hybrid of tsk-tsk and clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth) This one here's 40% off, sonny boy. (he said "sonny boy". This cemented him on my hate list.) Me: I know. It came up like that. (I show him my monitor) Customer: Ohhhhh, my. Here. (extends his arm, bares his wrist) Slap it. Me: ... ******************** The man would not** retreat. He refused to proceed along with the transaction until I at least tapped him on the wrist. Why Lord? Why me? This never happens to the other regiserfs. You would know that. As would I, because they would bitch to me about it. ~mike __________________ Like the wise man said: Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.