(Continued from previous post)
My turn. I place my t-shirts on the counter. Having heard the dialogue before, I now know what is in store for me. I begin to think about my answers…”how can I be polite? How do I not show my frustration with this process? I know that she is required to do this…be nice…”
The salesperson asks, “Did you find everything alright?” I respond, “Yes.” My response is abrupt. I dare not look her in the eyes. I act disinterested, nonchalant even, hoping she’ll see that I don’t want to engage in conversation and thereby, just maybe, I can dissuade her from engaging me in the round of questions I know are sure to follow.
She starts to scan my items and I notice on the scanner that the t-shirts are coming up at $10 each.
Wait a minute…on the tag it says $16.50. On the register it says $10. What…just…happened? In my head, I begin to wonder if I should say anything? Is it a mistake? Is it wrong to not say anything? I can’t not say something, so I blurt out, “I thought those were $16.50?” She responds as a matter-of-fact, “Oh, these are on sale, they’re $10 each. There should be a sign next to the shirts. Was it not there?” “I don’t think so…” I reply, but I don’t remember at all if there was a sign next to the shirts. I was so distracted by my own thoughts and anxieties that it’s possible an elephant could have walked through the store and I wouldn’t have noticed. Figuring out all of the colors, doing all of the math, figuring out how many books I could have bought with the same money…what sign? I struggle for a minute, reflecting, was there a sign that I didn’t even notice? I feel a little bit embarrassed, but then, it dawns on me – Hey! The t-shirts are $10 each!
With this information I begin running some numbers in my head. A moment ago, I was prepared to pay approximately $115, but now, I’m looking at paying $70. I have a dilemma. I ask if we can stop the transaction because I’m mentally calculating, trying to figure out if I should get more shirts or just enjoy the “savings.” I am having a hard time deciding what I should do. I feel a cramp in my brain. I’m no good at this stuff! I feel so torn about what to do that I stare blankly at the green dots on the register that has my running total at $70. “Do you mind if I run back over and take a look at some more shirts?” I ask. She replies, “Not a problem.” She smiles politely, knowingly, devilishly and I think for a moment as I move away I hear her laugh – the “we gotcha” sort of laugh.
When I first came into the stores, I picked out the shirts I wanted and then I made a direct line to the counter, head down. I was a man on a mission. Now, walking back to the shirt rack, I cautiously lift my head to look around and notice the signs that say “Select Items On Sale.” Upon seeing the signs, I believe I can actually notice the dopamine showering my brain with yummy feelings, my tummy getting butterflies and on overall sense of excitement. By the time I get back to the shirt rack, my head is spinning and I have reached a state of giddy-ness. I notice that there was indeed a sign saying that the t-shirts were on sale for $10 each. How on earth is it possible that I missed the sign – it’s right in the middle of the rack? It’s huge! I had to pass by it at least 6 times as I looked at the shirts and I never saw the damn sign! But…there it is, and I say to myself, “Alright daddy-o, I can get some more!”
I convince myself, I came to the store knowing that I was going to spend around $100 so I might as well find 3 more shirts, you know? It’s almost like I’m playing with the house’s money so anything goes, right? I spend more time reviewing my options, feeling the texture of the shirts, pulling them off the rack and holding them up to my body. Really deliberating, considering my next move. I decide on some shirts in colors that I wouldn’t ordinarily purchase, because somehow, this all feels like it’s extra or free or, I don’t know… it just doesn’t feel the same at all.
Heading back to the counter, I begin to tell myself what a good shopper I am! Feeling like a hunter with a prize kill, I swell up with pride. I lift my head with confidence to view the newly conquered landscape and notice that the “Sale” signs are all over. I make a mental note to myself that I, Shawn the Super Shopper, might just have to come back and look at some of these amazing deals!