Saturday, December 17, 2011

Chapter MMMDIV: In which Fractions Am Hard!

I don't talk much about work. Because you don't care, and I'm not supposed to.

Still. Here is an installment of Boring Tales from Retail:

We missed the sign on a display, this week. A price changed on Little Debbie snack cakes. Christmas Cake Little Debbies went down in price some 17 cents, going from 3/$5 down to 2/$3. The display still had the old price. A customer pointed this out. It was our mistake. I apologized for our negligence.

"I still want the sale price."

"You're getting it," I said. "You're actually getting a better price."

The look I received in reply might have been the same if I'd said roofing shingles taste like butterscotch.

We did the math. It was a pleasant conversation. By its end, I thought that I had been successful in helping her navigate the Tempestuous Sea of Ciphering Fractions.

I later learned that after doing the math for them, it was considered Tricksie, I suppose. The customer still wanted the 3/$5 price, when they got to the register.

The cashier gave it to them.

The customer is always right.

"I know a good deal when I see one."

Any media types out there? I'd kinda like to do the Contact thing. Beam messages out into space, only in the hopes that some badass Independence Day style spaceships come destroy a few cities, as opposed to the philosophic conundrum posed by the aliens in Contact.


I, for one, welcome our new alien overlords.


Blogger One Eyed Jack said...

Of course It's Tricksie, It's a Mathemagician!

10:38 PM  

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