I only worked four hours Sunday. I have either the bubonic plague or the worst flu known to man. I've been going downhill since Wednesday, but I can't bunk off my real job. I struggled in Sunday and almost passed out at the Service Desk. I knew things weren't good when one of the Haitian guys I work with told me "You look bad. You should go home."
In four hours though, there were some real treasures.
The priceless get of the week has to be another of those old bats who will argue over pennies and then say "but it is the 'principle' of the thing."
Well, this old dear made a 40-mile round-trip to tell me that I owed her ten cents on a can of tinned tomatoes. Yep. Priced 87 cents on the shelf, they rang up for 97 cents.
She did her shopping on Friday. She drove home. Checked over her receipt. Then drove back to Wal-Mart on Sunday. For ten cents. I asked her where she was from. She told me. I know it is 40-mile round trip. That's a lot of gas to waste for "principle."
But she wasn't through. When they go "and another thing" you know you're in trouble.
She goes "And there's something else. I didn't get my dollar-off coupon for toilet paper. The gentleman took the one off for bleach, but not the one off for toilet paper. So I want my dollar."
See, this is complicated. I'd give her a dollar just to shut her up. BUT THAT'S NOT MY DOLLAR. That dollar coupon belongs to Cashier XXX on Register 11. I call someone in Accounting and have them check. Register 11 wasn't over on coupons on Friday.
I tell her. She blows up. "Well I don't care. I gave him two one-dollar coupons. I'm not leaving until I get a dollar."
I carefully explain to her again that I can't give her the dollar out of my register, because then I'm going to be short for the day. Her reply? "Well, I don't really care. I want to talk to a manager."
They finally bring me a coupon out of the Cash Office and have me ring it in and give her a dollar.
This woman drove 40 miles for a $1.10. Gas is just at $3.00 a gallon here. She is seriously deluded.