People attempting this sort of nonsense is exactly why the retailer I used to work for would bring in unique SKUs specifically for Black Friday that were (technically) never available any other time of the year once they were sold out. So if a product that was normally say, $100 was to be sold for $60, they would change something about it (add an accessory, it has slightly different specs, etc.) and all units we were sent would ring up at $60 from the time they went live in the system on BF until they were all sold, which could take more than a day, but it was pretty rare for it to take more than two. The “normal” version would still ring up at $100. Some things were products we *never* carried any other time of the year, such as toys or televisions. Don’t get me wrong, we still got people asking why “this poinsettia isn’t ringing up at $0.99 when your flyer advertises them,” and not understanding that it was because the more expensive one was three times the size.
This looks like “biodegradable artificial Xmas tree” woman that harasses Val a few weeks later.
I stopped reading this comic for a long time because people who had read to the end were saying what would happen in the story.
Why do people have to do that? Why do they have to be so mean?
I guess you haven’t worked in retail to understand why some retail workers are mean, or why customers are clueless.
People attempting this sort of nonsense is exactly why the retailer I used to work for would bring in unique SKUs specifically for Black Friday that were (technically) never available any other time of the year once they were sold out. So if a product that was normally say, $100 was to be sold for $60, they would change something about it (add an accessory, it has slightly different specs, etc.) and all units we were sent would ring up at $60 from the time they went live in the system on BF until they were all sold, which could take more than a day, but it was pretty rare for it to take more than two. The “normal” version would still ring up at $100. Some things were products we *never* carried any other time of the year, such as toys or televisions. Don’t get me wrong, we still got people asking why “this poinsettia isn’t ringing up at $0.99 when your flyer advertises them,” and not understanding that it was because the more expensive one was three times the size.