My wife and I were at the Chinese Emporium today, spending my partial paycheck (for the partial week that I worked, due to bad weather). While my wife got the usual items, I picked up a bag of those little “cutie” brand tangerines to take in my lunch next week. Then, I started looking to see where they were from. It turns out that they hail from Morocco. No thanks, I have no intentions of doing business with a muslim country, not after all the terrorism the “religion” supports. I put them back.
Then, I went to get my usual bottles of water to put in my lunch. Two spaces over was a stack of the same brand with four bonus bottles. I suspect they were selling for the same price, but, as is all too often the case in the Chinese Emporium, they weren’t marked. My dad always said that if something wasn’t marked, they apparently didn’t want to sell it. I tend to agree with him. I had no intention of getting to the register, thinking that I was getting a deal, only to discover that it was the new size package with a higher price. SO, I took the regular size package that had a price posted above it.
When we got to the register and combined our carts, a package of blueberries that my wife had chosen wouldn’t scan, despite the barcode being in perfect condition. The clerk started to call for a price, but I told her not to bother, telling her that I didn’t want to have to wait on a reply, and that we would just do without them. Surprisingly, both the clerk and my wife were agreeable on the matter.
So, we left minus three items that we’d planned to get, one due to my personal prejudice against murderous scumbags, and two due to poor merchandising on the part of the store. Oh well, we’re going to another store tomorrow, maybe we can find what we want there. © 2015