Alan and I went out this afternoon to do a little shoe shopping. He desperately needed new shoes, and I couldn't wait to introduce him to my favorite shoe accessory--overpriced inserts!
Sports Authority had a huge clearance sale on shoes, and we were greeted by four tables of shoes for the bargain price of $29.97. He immediately grabbed three pairs, tried them on, and in less than ten minutes selected a pair. As a comparison, it takes me more than ten minutes to decide which pairs to try on.
After we picked up some inserts, we paused briefly to look at some shoes on the wall. One of the employees asked if we needed help, and we assured him we didn't. (After all, we had everything we came in to get.) As we turned to walk toward the register he stopped us and told us that he was required to put some stickers on our merchandise or he would get in trouble.
Neither of one us fell off the turnip truck yesterday, and we both agreed that the stickers must be just a way for him to get credit for the sale. That he had NOTHING to do with. I said that I would take them off just for spite. Alan, of course, didn't really care either way, but I noticed that the stickers were missing as he placed the shoes on the counter.
The cashier rang everything up without a hitch. Then she checked everything and asked if anyone helped us. We knew immediately that their employee totally lied to us about those stickers.
I smiled as we walked out the door and told Alan how proud I was of him for removing the stickers. We both agreed that it would be entirely different if that guy asked if he could get credit for the sale. But lie to us about it? There's no way we're helping out with that one.
Sports Authority had a huge clearance sale on shoes, and we were greeted by four tables of shoes for the bargain price of $29.97. He immediately grabbed three pairs, tried them on, and in less than ten minutes selected a pair. As a comparison, it takes me more than ten minutes to decide which pairs to try on.
After we picked up some inserts, we paused briefly to look at some shoes on the wall. One of the employees asked if we needed help, and we assured him we didn't. (After all, we had everything we came in to get.) As we turned to walk toward the register he stopped us and told us that he was required to put some stickers on our merchandise or he would get in trouble.
Neither of one us fell off the turnip truck yesterday, and we both agreed that the stickers must be just a way for him to get credit for the sale. That he had NOTHING to do with. I said that I would take them off just for spite. Alan, of course, didn't really care either way, but I noticed that the stickers were missing as he placed the shoes on the counter.
The cashier rang everything up without a hitch. Then she checked everything and asked if anyone helped us. We knew immediately that their employee totally lied to us about those stickers.
I smiled as we walked out the door and told Alan how proud I was of him for removing the stickers. We both agreed that it would be entirely different if that guy asked if he could get credit for the sale. But lie to us about it? There's no way we're helping out with that one.
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