So, there we are in the lawn and garden section of Walmart, which during this time of year is also known as "Where the holiday stuff comes to die". When I spot a treasure trove of holiday essentials that cannot be passed up simply because they are all 75% off.
I am not sure why the idea of saving pennies on stuff I may or may not ever find again in my storage closet fills me with such excitement. But it does.
At the register, I closely monitor the prices as the girl rings up the order and notice that my 67 cent package of Christmas tree light fuses were ringing up at full price. I tell her, she prints the receipt and stares at it blankly...
Me: The 67 cent fuses should have been 75% off.
Clerk: (looks at the reciept)
Me: The 3 packages of fuses for 67 cents.
Clerk: Ok, here they are. Yes, 67 cents each.
Me: But they are on sale
Clerk: Yes, 67 cents each.
Me: No, that is the regular price. See here on the package, it says 67 cents. They should be 75% off.
Clerk: Ok, then 32 cents each (off the top of her head).
Me: What? That isn't even 50%. Why don't you just enter the item and add a 75% discount?
Clerk: 32 cents.
Me: Actually, it is 6.7 cents times 2.5 to figure out the price.
Clerk: (baffled at this complex calculation that she just *knows* is made up) How about 20 cents each?
Me: Ok...
Damn I hate to give in. I hate it more than anything, but at that point I realized I am mad about pennies; the clerk is confused; the women behind me are pissed; yet my husband is smirking. At least he saw the humor in this. In fact, as we walked out the door he said, "Customer service is right there, let's go get your money back". Ass hat.