Nothing Beats A Pressure Jet 2 Holiday

I’m at the checkout with a big, bulky, and very heavy electric pressure jet washer. The sign clearly said it was on sale. That’s why I picked it up.

Cashier: “That’ll be $149.99.”

Me: “No, it’s on sale for $99.99.”

Cashier: *Shaking their head.* “Nope. That’s full price. The sale ended last week.”

Me: “Then why is there a giant sign back there with $99.99 printed in bold red letters?”

Cashier: “The sale ended.”

Me: “Then why is the sale sign still up?”

So, we do the long, awkward shuffle back through the store, the cashier dragging their feet the whole way. And sure enough, there it is: the massive cardboard sign, still up, still screaming $99.99 SALE.

The cashier scowls.

Cashier: “Well, the system says full price. That’s what I have to charge.”

By now, I’ve had enough. We go back to the register, and I heave the box onto the counter with a loud thunk.

Me: “Fine. Leave it here, then. I’m not paying $50 extra because someone couldn’t be bothered to take a sign down.”

The box is so big that it blocks the conveyor belt. It should be noted that the cashier is a tiny, young teenage girl who probably weighs a hundred pounds wet. She’s staring at this giant and heavy box with a bit of panic.

A manager hurries over.

Manager: “What’s the problem here?”

The cashier explains. The manager sees the box, sees a line starting to form, sighs, and mutters the words I was waiting for:

Manager: “Fine. We’ll honor the sale price… this once.”

I smile sweetly, pay, grab the box off the counter, and wheel it away. I messaged my friend chat group and told them what happened. Loving a good deal, three of them raced down to the store later that day, and all three saw that the outdated sale sign was still up.

That store’s laziness resulted in two hundred dollars of savings between the four of us!