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BakerMayfield2018

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I was out for most of the morning. Got new tires, had a BBQ sandwich, got asked to leave a convenience store and not return, took the little dick to a dog park to try and socialize, took the little dick to Petco to assuage him after breaking his nail at shtty dog park.

Been having a great day!
So you're just going to leave us hanging? I don't think so. Lol. I know you're going to tell us what happened at the convenience store.
 

scooby0048

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Suuure we do. Get to typing. Lol.
Well, fine. It really was nothing but since you insist. I have to include @MyTripisCut and @Brownslave688 and @RonBurgandy??????????. I don't want to have to type this twice.

I was being an assshole.

Bought a 3 pack of Hostess peanut butter Yodels. Older (but not yet elderly) clerk tells me $2.69. So here we go;

Me: $2.69? They are all marked $2.09

Clerk: IDK sir that's what they are scanning at.

Me: But they are marked $2.09 and you are charging me almost a buck per Yodel? Can you get someone to fix this?

Clerk: I'll just adjust it for you. (punches some codes, ask for my debit again, re-scans Yodels and does some more typing. LIKE IT'S THE NUCLEAR LAUNCH CODE OR SOMETHING, huffs and puffs, slams my Yodels on counter.) It will be $2.22.

Me: Why is it $2.22 when it is marked $2.09?

Clerk: Tax i guess.


Me: (I really tried to hold it in at this point) What :censored2: tax? The $2.69 Yodels you rang in first did not have tax but the same Yodels at $2.09 have tax? Are we in the Twilight Zone or is this some sick :censored2: common core math equation I'm just too stupid to understand?

Clerk: IDK sir, that's what is ringing up.

Me: Get the damn manager over here, I'm done arguing about this. *(at this point I didn't realize that the Yodels the clerk slammed on the counter previously were now in direct line of my soon to be pounded fist)*


I slammed my fist on the counter which inadvertently was interrupted by the oooeey-goooey softness of the peanut butter Yodels being splattered all over me and the counter.

The manager came over just as the last drop of cake was landing and at that moment, I figured my case of mistaken price and common core tax math would go unresolved.

So, I paid $2.22 for the smashed Yodels and was asked not to return to the store.
 
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