Ok, I work at Dollar Tree, not the 99, 98, 97 cent store, not the dollar store, or any other of the miriad of names people call it.
DOLLAR TREE
Six foot fucking letters on the front of the building, on my nametag, on every cart, 3 foot letters on each wall, and every single sign in the store says it. Dollar Tree.
Guess what? Everything is a dollar. Ok, not everything, some things are less, but must you be so shocked? Must you run over to your toothless wife yelling at the top of your lungs
“Hey Babe, This here Sodey Pop is only One DOLLAR, HOLY SHIT thats a good deal, Hey you (to me) HOw does the company afford to sell this shit so cheap?”
I shrug my sholders and say I dont know. Knowing full well that if I explain that eveything was bought at 25 cents at the max, this inbred goober is going to ask me if i can give him a little discount, and he will promise that he will keep it “our little secret”
Please, just because you keep popping kids out for the welfare money and you waste it on speakers for your pimpped out Dodge Aries and now can afford to shop only here, keep your fucking mongrel kids on a leash, in the car, or at home. One more flying pacakge of brownies with sprinkles, one more rampage with a can of shaving cream down the isles and your going to find your kids superglued to the window.
If you are thinking that you are going to pull a fast one on one of the employees by bringing up an entire case filled with 72 shitty toys and try to get it for a dollar your fuckingout of luck. Yeah, 4/5ths of the people who work here cant tell their ass from a hole in the ground, but they still know full and well that a box full of shit isnt a dollar.
If you bring your dog in, despite the signs saying only guide and service dogs allowed, (by the way, a weiner dog is not a guide dog, especially a puppy) and i find it shitting on the floor, your going to find it in the cardboard bailer, if you complain, you just might join it.
Take a bath, please.
Take a look in your wallet, think about tax. If you only have 5 bucks on ya, chances are pretty fucking slim that your going to be able to pay for three carts full of merchandise. Oh, and just try dumping 20 bucks worth of pennies on my counter again, you might be finding them getting crammed up your ass along with whatever polystone dolphin can opener you were trying to purchase.
If you change your mind about getting something, bring it up to a cashier, they get paid to put it away, and it makes them happy when they get done for the night, and they dont find 50 bucks worth of disgarded product jammed under boxes on the other side of the store.
Dont get pissed with me because you thought something was 2 for a dollar because you read the pringles sign and grabbed a bag of pretzels instead. READ THE SIGNS, they arew there for a reason, not just to look pretty blowing in the wind.
They are mandarin oranges, not ManDURian orange, and vienna sausages not Vianna sausages.
Referring to tampons as plug-ins will most assuradly get your redneck ass laughed about for years to come, calling them Tampoooons wont help much either.
Well, that being said, I feel much better.
Oh one more thing, the scanning POS system, Its there for inventory, not so I can figure out the price, fuckwit.