I hate department stores. I never shop in one if I have any other alternatives. I’m not really sure why I hold such animosity toward them. Perhaps it’s because they all look the same to me. And they charge a fortune for clothes I really don’t like. However, today I officially ran out of alternatives. So, for only the third time in my life, I went to Macy’s. Fortunately, I found what I was looking for (at 60% off. yeah me!!). But then, I had to deal with the plastic cashier. I’m convinced also that many of the cashiers that work at department stores are simply mannequins with batteries. This was my conversation with the plastic cashier.
The Plastic Cashier: “Will this be on your Macy’s card?”
Me: “No.”
TPC: “Do you have a Macy’s account?”
Me: “No.”
TPC: “Would you like to open one?”
Me: “No.”
TPC: “You could save an extra 20% today and tomorrow on all purchases.”
Me: “No.”
TPC: (in a disappointed, yet sarcastic tone) “That’s too bad!”
Wait. What?? Okay, bitch, listen. I shop at department stores once a year max. I have no need for a credit card for a store I won’t be shopping in before it expires. Also, 20% off a $12 sweater is not that much!! Furthermore, don’t even pretend to be disappointed that I didn’t open an account. First of all, no paper work for you. Secondly, I won’t continue to tie up the whole line behind me. Besides that, if I had signed up for a stupid Macy’s credit card, I hardly think it would have resulted in an increase in your pay check.
