7 Responses to “The A**hole Discount”

1. fillyjonk
   December 5th, 2012 - 12:52 pm

   The more of those stories I read, the closer I come to total agoraphobia.

   I swear that our civilization will not be taken down by terrorism, ecological collapse, or financial collapse: it will be taken down by the people who believe that NONE of the rules apply to them and that they are “special,” and loudly inform everyone of that fact.

   One of the horsemen of the Apocalypse is riding a sparkly unicorn named Special Snowflake.

2. Hippie
   December 5th, 2012 - 1:17 pm

   I bet if you did that, you’d get the discount.

   Although in my experience, it’s the Fat Loud Unemployed Entitled Woman discount. I guess your version is shorter though.

3. fillyjonk
   December 5th, 2012 - 2:21 pm

   I don’t know. I guess it’s a different mindset. I go into a store, find something I think is on sale, it rings up at full price:

   Me: “Um, I thought there was a “sale” sign for that item on the shelf?”
   Cashier: “No, no there wasn’t.”
   Me: “Oh. Okay. I’m sorry.” (And then I pay full price.)

   I suppose the “Um,” the “I thought…” and the “I’m sorry” probably prevent me from getting any sort of a discount. (And actually once when I was back in the store a couple days later, I found that the item WAS on sale and either the cashier didn’t care/didn’t have the right code in her machine.)

4. Lynn
   December 5th, 2012 - 9:13 pm

   In reality I would probably just mutter it very quietly and be annoyed with myself for not having the guts to say it out loud. But I can fantasize.

5. LeeAnn
   December 5th, 2012 - 10:26 pm

   Oh trust me, I’ve had to bite my tongue more than once… more than twice… it’s amazing I have a tongue left, what with all the chomping.
   The funny thing was, for a while I felt guilty that I didn’t say more, wasn’t more assertive about it. Then I realized the onus of it wasn’t on me, it was on management’s side. So I felt better, and took a bit longer lunch.
   Good turkey sandwich, that.

6. Hippie
   December 7th, 2012 - 2:15 am

   My Wonderful Wife has in the past been annoyed with my treatment of some (usually horribly overweight) special snowflakes. One that comes to mind was a tub of a woman on a Mart Cart in walmart who kept sending her skinny kid back to get stuff she forgot, while the cashier with Endless Patience tried to get her checked out. Told fatso she had enough food, and noticed looks of shock and humor in the faces of the cashier and others in line. Wife told me to keep a lid on it, and i said “What is she going to do? Chase me down?”

   I’m only getting worse as I get older. There is a panhandling problem in the nearby Large City. It’s always a hard decision to make when I see these people. I know from experience that they don’t really NEED help. Used to hand out job applications to them. I try to have a cup of flat soda or something in the cupholder of the car (Not hard since the Wonderful Wife sometimes forgets and leaves this stuff in the car) to toss on them as I drive by.

7. Lynn
   December 7th, 2012 - 7:38 am

   I liked the handing them a job application approach. It has the advantage of being actually helpful in the unlikely event that the pan-handler actually needs and wants help while still being annoying to those who don’t.