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I want to share with you all that Michael's honors competitor's coupons. Except when they don't.
I get coupons from Jo-Ann. They come to me in my magical email, which is delivered by brownies after I sent out pans of cream for them.
I take my printed-out magical email coupons from Jo-Ann to Michael's to use for an expensive (to me) embossing powder, and I also have a few small supplies. The check out girl scans the coupon.
Beep of No!
She scans it again.
Beep of No!
She calls the manager. While she waits, and people pile up behind me, she scans it again. I read somewhere the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result. I think of this. Anyway, she scans it.
Beep of No!
She checks the coupon and sees only the first date, which is September 25. She is relieved until she sees the evil dash indicating "through October 5th."
She calls the manager again. She scans the coupon again.
Beep of No! The checkout girl slips herself a mint in plain sight.
The manager calls back. She explains I have a competitor's coupong which will not scan. The manager says something. She says it's an internet coupon. I say that's the only kind I get, via email.
"She says it's the only kind she gets."
Meanwhile, the People Stack behind me shifts in the way that means they are getting crabby at me.
I should note here the Magical Interwebbie Coupon which is printed on ordinary Human HP 90lb has Mystical Code of Bar which causes the coupon to go "Poof!" after a single use, like a healing potion or a really bitchin' weapon with which you could cut a swath through the game on a replay and get all the bonus items because you are compulsive like that.
In short, the Code of Bar can only be used once. Period.
And the Bar of Code means nothing to Michael's scanners. The checkers must hand-enter them as a counter discount. I don't even try to explain this, since I can't tell her how to do it, and it would be a losing uphill battle. I am hoping the manager will explain.
The manager says something else. The checkout girl hangs up.
"We can't take internet coupons."
I say, "Buh." I wish that was a Mind Spell that would compel her to hand-enter it the way competitor's coupons usually are dealt with, but it's just me being pissed and embarassed. The manager cannot explain. The manager simply decided Michael's does not take Interwebbie Pixie Dist and candyfloss coupons. They are Not Real Coupons.
I decide if Michael's can't deal with 2007 without Fear and Superstition, I can go someplace else with my Coupon of Magic with the Code of Bar. The checkout girl prepares to allow me to not use my coupon. I am not about to do that. She gatheres up the bag and starts to read the total.
"No thanks."
"Buh?"
I am unmoved.
"I'm not taking any of it."
"Buh?"
"No thanks."
"Ehn!"
I stalk out, bitching bitterly about Corporate Tools and people with no power to make decisions. These things--they are the Subtle Spell of Disgruntled. A saving throw of 2d12 means a trip to Sonic for Unsweet Iced Tea with No Lemon, and a sucessful bonus d6 gets a Snarky LiveJournal post.
I get coupons from Jo-Ann. They come to me in my magical email, which is delivered by brownies after I sent out pans of cream for them.
I take my printed-out magical email coupons from Jo-Ann to Michael's to use for an expensive (to me) embossing powder, and I also have a few small supplies. The check out girl scans the coupon.
Beep of No!
She scans it again.
Beep of No!
She calls the manager. While she waits, and people pile up behind me, she scans it again. I read somewhere the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result. I think of this. Anyway, she scans it.
Beep of No!
She checks the coupon and sees only the first date, which is September 25. She is relieved until she sees the evil dash indicating "through October 5th."
She calls the manager again. She scans the coupon again.
Beep of No! The checkout girl slips herself a mint in plain sight.
The manager calls back. She explains I have a competitor's coupong which will not scan. The manager says something. She says it's an internet coupon. I say that's the only kind I get, via email.
"She says it's the only kind she gets."
Meanwhile, the People Stack behind me shifts in the way that means they are getting crabby at me.
I should note here the Magical Interwebbie Coupon which is printed on ordinary Human HP 90lb has Mystical Code of Bar which causes the coupon to go "Poof!" after a single use, like a healing potion or a really bitchin' weapon with which you could cut a swath through the game on a replay and get all the bonus items because you are compulsive like that.
In short, the Code of Bar can only be used once. Period.
And the Bar of Code means nothing to Michael's scanners. The checkers must hand-enter them as a counter discount. I don't even try to explain this, since I can't tell her how to do it, and it would be a losing uphill battle. I am hoping the manager will explain.
The manager says something else. The checkout girl hangs up.
"We can't take internet coupons."
I say, "Buh." I wish that was a Mind Spell that would compel her to hand-enter it the way competitor's coupons usually are dealt with, but it's just me being pissed and embarassed. The manager cannot explain. The manager simply decided Michael's does not take Interwebbie Pixie Dist and candyfloss coupons. They are Not Real Coupons.
I decide if Michael's can't deal with 2007 without Fear and Superstition, I can go someplace else with my Coupon of Magic with the Code of Bar. The checkout girl prepares to allow me to not use my coupon. I am not about to do that. She gatheres up the bag and starts to read the total.
"No thanks."
"Buh?"
I am unmoved.
"I'm not taking any of it."
"Buh?"
"No thanks."
"Ehn!"
I stalk out, bitching bitterly about Corporate Tools and people with no power to make decisions. These things--they are the Subtle Spell of Disgruntled. A saving throw of 2d12 means a trip to Sonic for Unsweet Iced Tea with No Lemon, and a sucessful bonus d6 gets a Snarky LiveJournal post.
