Things happen in threes.

I'm posting for the third time today. I guess I should have started this blog years ago.

I'm actually only here killing time while the count out person finishes up today's books. Nothing much happened at work tonight--a few people made some receipt-less returns. What made them uneventful is: they brought things back that clearly were faulty in manufacture. One lady did try to return $40 worth of vitamins, but she is one of our habitual returners and she knows the rules--any return worth more than $20 requires a receipt. We offered to trade them out, but she wanted cash. OK, come back when you find the receipt.

We did find a $7 candy bar that was half eaten and abandoned on the shelves. This is one of my biggest pet peeves. Our store is CRAWLING with clearly labeled employees, and our company is famous for being very liberal with the sampling. I mean, hello, $7 candy bars! Who wants to risk putting that kind of money down for something they may not even like? So we offer to open anything and nearly everything (clever alcoholics with $50 bottle addictions, I'm looking at you) to be nice. Isn't that nice? I'm not going to lie to you--giving out free samples of crazy things saves us a lot of minor headaches. So yeah, anyway. The $7 candy bar. If that person had only ASKED to try it, we could have done it in a sanitary way and used the rest of the bar to let OTHER people try it too. Instead, they greedily stole half for themselves with their dirty, dirty mitts and now the other half ended up in the trash. Wasteful bastard.