On the way back from Florida we stopped in Statesboro, Georgia for lunch. We ended up at an Olive Garden (where everyone is family.) While I waited on the whole settling of the check thing, I suggested Donna go across the parking lot to Cracker Barrel to get some more of the candy sticks we keep in the car for road trips. She had a Gift Card for there with $5 left on it and because that isn’t enough for a meal it would buy an awful lot of candy sticks.
I finished up and walked over there to see how she was doing. Donna was just walking over to the checkout with a nice sized plastic bag full of the sticks. There was just one cashier open and about 5 people ahead of her in line, so I said I’ll go wait outside instead of clogging the counter area more.
She had spent quite a bit of time going through the jars full of the 4 or 5 flavors we like, getting the sticks that weren’t already broken into pieces inside the wrappers. So what do you the cashier who waited on her did? She took the bag and turned it upside down from a foot above the counter and dumped the sticks out to count them. Donna just looked at her incredulously, thinking to herself, “Idiot, after I spent the time to get unbroken ones…”
The sticks sell for 15¢ a piece and the sign also says that if you buy 8 you get that amount for a dollar. Donna did the math and picked out 40 of them. The cashier counted out forty and multiplied that by fifteen cents, so the total came to $6 and change because of tax. Donna had the $5 gift card and I’d given her a buck to cover any tax, so she was short the total. Rather than try to explain the quantity discount thing, wait around for her to have the sale voided and then re-rung up, she told the cashier forget it and walked out.