I lost a few years off of my life today. I went to a baby store in Columbia to get a couple of gifts for a friends upcoming shower. And I was armed with 4 coupons. The lady at the cash register just looked at me and said, "You know I have to do 4 separate transactions if you want to use all 4 of those." With that attitude she could have easily went on to say, "And then I have to cut off each of my fingers. One by one."
"Of course," I said politely. 4 separate transactions would be no problem. I understand.
In addition to the gifts I was getting for the baby shower, I had also picked up a few things for Ashlyn including a pair of pants that were advertised as $8. I wanted to buy those and a sippy cup for $7 and then use a $5 off $15 coupon. When the lady rang the pants up, they rang up as $13.99. I told her that was wrong; that they were marked down to $8. She then proceeded to tell me that since I was going to use a coupon, I could not get the pants at the marked down price...BUT THAT I WOULD HAVE TO PAY FULL PRICE. Seriously. It was actually going to end up costing me MORE MONEY to use the coupon. I mean, only a dollar more, but still.
I explained this to her but she did not seem to care...or understand...or both.
So I proceeded to grab my coupons, and the gift registry, and tell the lady that I was just going to shop at the new baby store across the street. Looking back now, I feel kind of silly that I told them that. But it made me feel like I was at least getting a point across. And I was really upset about the entire situation. Literally, I was in tears. Please let me blame this crazy behavior on my hormones.
And the story does not end there. About 30 minutes later, I remembered that I had swiped my credit card. I called American Express, and they confirmed that indeed there was a purchase that had come through. So I had to go back to the store, and get the manager to void out the charge since clearly I had walked out of the store without any items.
I was going to write them a letter about their terrible coupon policy when I came home. But then just decided to blog about it. I feel better already. And it saves me a stamp.
The truth is...its really not that big of a deal. And this would have been a wonderful time to set a good example in front of my daughter of how to deal with stressful situations. Crying and getting mad is not the answer. I mean, that is how my one year old responds to stressful and upsetting situations. Not how her mother should. Lesson learned.