10% off?
October 29th 2006 12:57
Old guy, “How much is this?”
Pointing to price sticker, “$10”
His wife, “Oh, just $10! Let’s get it”.
Old guy, “No I have to see…”
“No, it’s just $10, let’s get it Karl, let’s get it now!” (desperate, as if it might slip from his hands into another eager customer’s clammy claws)
“Margaret, no! We have to make sure it’s the right one”. He goes to all smiles as he looks back at me, “Now… I get 10% off don’t I? Because I’m a professor”.
“No…”
“Oh, because it’s already on special? But otherwise I’d get 10% off wouldn’t I? That’s what you’d normally give me – because I’m a professor”.
“No, we wouldn’t”.
“But you have before”.
“No, we haven’t”.
“Okay”, he harrumphs slightly, then asks, “Can I use your phone?”
“Er… no, the manager’s on it out the back”.
“Oh. I’ll have to go and make a call, to make sure it’s the right book”.
His wife butts in again to her husband, all agitated, “Don’t be too long, it’s an STD call!”
He ignores his wife, “How long is that on special?”
“Until it goes… I could hold it for you. How long do you want me to hold it?”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes” (as if the book would come off special while he was on the phone).
He comes back and buys the book. I later find out that in this time he went up to the back of our store and berated one of the girls who also works here, asking if he could get 10% for being a professor and demanding to know when the manager would be off the phone… all because he didn’t want to pay 80 cents or whatever it costs to make a quick public call outside the local area).
Anyway, he comes back again another half an hour later, something else occurs to him.
“You don’t even give 10% off for seniors?”
“No”.
“Other books shops do”
“FUCK OFF YOU CUNT!” (Okay I didn’t really say this, but I wanted to. I can’t believe the amount of energy this guy has expended trying to wheedle a meagre dollar off his book. Is his time worth so little? Is mine? I should’ve just chucked some change on the ground outside the shop and watched as he scrambled for it like the bum he purports not to be. Professor of bollocks!)
Pointing to price sticker, “$10”
His wife, “Oh, just $10! Let’s get it”.
Old guy, “No I have to see…”
“No, it’s just $10, let’s get it Karl, let’s get it now!” (desperate, as if it might slip from his hands into another eager customer’s clammy claws)
“Margaret, no! We have to make sure it’s the right one”. He goes to all smiles as he looks back at me, “Now… I get 10% off don’t I? Because I’m a professor”.
“No…”
“Oh, because it’s already on special? But otherwise I’d get 10% off wouldn’t I? That’s what you’d normally give me – because I’m a professor”.
“But you have before”.
“No, we haven’t”.
“Okay”, he harrumphs slightly, then asks, “Can I use your phone?”
“Er… no, the manager’s on it out the back”.
“Oh. I’ll have to go and make a call, to make sure it’s the right book”.
His wife butts in again to her husband, all agitated, “Don’t be too long, it’s an STD call!”
He ignores his wife, “How long is that on special?”
“Until it goes… I could hold it for you. How long do you want me to hold it?”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes” (as if the book would come off special while he was on the phone).
He comes back and buys the book. I later find out that in this time he went up to the back of our store and berated one of the girls who also works here, asking if he could get 10% for being a professor and demanding to know when the manager would be off the phone… all because he didn’t want to pay 80 cents or whatever it costs to make a quick public call outside the local area).
Anyway, he comes back again another half an hour later, something else occurs to him.
“You don’t even give 10% off for seniors?”
“No”.
“Other books shops do”
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Comment by Brenton
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Odd thing is I was on my lunch break, looking at DVDs. I actually work in a book store. Unfortunately I was too stunned to rip into him.
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Once I was just walking past and this woman near the trolleys turns around and gets all demanding with me and goes "Hey you! Seperate these trolleys for me!"
"Er, it's not my job..."
"Well, I don't care... the trolleys are stuck together and I'm gonna hurt my back if I keep trying. Seperate them now!"
"No, I mean I don't work for Woolworths. I'll seperate them for you though"
"Oh" she goes all red in the face and then blusters, "Well, I couldn't seperate them!"
She doesn't apologise for her rude manner or anything, so I just seperate the trolleys, shake my head at her and walk away.