megalomatthew

Working retail is wonderful. It seems to be one of that best places where one can find out how unbelievably stupid most people really are. I forgot the main reason I hated retail until today (kind of ironic seeing that it was one of my last days at that job.)

Some lady in her late 40's walks up asking me to check the price of a sale item. The problem is that the catalogue she saw this item in didn't say anything about "sale," It clearly says "40% off the list price, refering to the suggested sale price. I try to explain this to her, but she couldn't get it through here head. You would think someone who has been living on this planet for over 40 years would be wise enough to comprehend fine print. Seems like the psycology put into the advert worked a little too well seeing that she was wearing blinders when she noticed the fabulous 40% OFF!

I also love it when I get color blind customers who can't tell the fucking difference between brown and gray and they insist that some magical brown newsprint pad use to exist even though the one she was claiming to be gray was fucking brown!

Why do people insist on bagging theyre purchase when they bought two fucking pencils and a 8.5 X 11 inch sketchbook (some of them are even wearing a backpack!!) Isn't that the purpose of a back pack and/or bookbag...to hold books?

Then there is the shedding kid with penny sized flakes of dead skin in her hair...nevermind, I wont get into it.

Thankfully my place is throwing a nice big party so I can drink and smoke my furiosity away