We had to run to Wal-mart tonight because we were out of milk and cereal. We did our shopping and went to buy the goods. One line was open, so we got in it.
There was one lady in front of us and she was standing there arguing with the teller. I loaded my stuff (way more than milk and cereal, why is that?) to the belt and then tuned in, as the argument continued.
PS Teacher: But these were 9 cents apiece last week.
Clerk: But they're 25 cents now.
PS Teacher: But I work for the school in X town. (A town 20 miles north of us.)
Clerk: They're 25 cents apiece this week,.
PS Teacher: But these are for the school. Because these are for the school, won't you give me credit? These were 9 cents last week.
Clerk: They're 25 cents this week.
PS Teacher: I demand to speak to the manager.
Now by this time, a second clerk had come in to help out poor clerk number one. What was the idiot--er, lady buying? 60 purple file folders.
Idiot: Besides, they're on sale for 9 cents apiece this week at Shopko. Where's the manager?
Clerk: Did you bring Shopko's ad? We can match the price if you have the ad.
Idiot: I didn't bring the ad, but they're on sale for 9 cents apiece this week at Shopko. You can trust me, I teach at X School.
The second clerk runs off to get the manager.
PSTeacher: I just don't understand this, these are for the school and they were on sale last week.
At this point I'm about ready to donate the difference because I wanted to get the hell out of there.
The clerk comes back without the manager.
Clerk 2: The manager said they are 25 cents apiece.
PS Teacher: But I don't understand, they were 9 cents a week last week.
ME (loudly): Well, I guess if you wanted them for 9 cents, you should have come in last week to buy them then.
If looks could kill, I was dead on the spot. She wrote her check, which takes forever at Wal-mart, and walked of super pissed off.
The clerks started laughing when I got up there. Then I said, "Gee, we're homeschoolers, and we use logic. If we want something that is on sale, we buy it when it is on sale. We don't expect favors. However, since we're homeschoolers and I'm buying apples and bananas, could I get a discount for our school lunch program?
They were laughing so hard at me.
I will never understand that "but I'm a teacher" mentality. Give it a rest. Use your brain. If you want something on sale, get yourself in to the store while it is on sale.
Sheesh!
(I am in no way anti-public school teachers. Several are in our family. My son had two wonderful PS teachers. I'm just against the self-serving mentality in the name of teaching.)
I'm a homeschool mom writing about life in general, my son, my hubby, my pets and home education.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
August Already?!?!!!
Where has the summer gone?
I am mostly recovered from the surgery.
We've been working on a big project: our back yard. We dug up the grass and weeds in the dog run area, which is about 35x25, and laid 4 ton of river rock. It makes doggie doo-doo cleanup so easy! That was a lot of work, and Bob is now replacing the back door.
All our school books have arrived and are sitting on my kitchen counter waiting for me to get the year planned out. Projects need finished, carpet needs cleaned, laundry room needs deep cleaned, the school room needs organized...and on and on and on.
I need to ask Thomas what fun things he wants to do before the summer is over and try to accommodate him--to a degree.
The older I get, the faster time goes.
I am mostly recovered from the surgery.
We've been working on a big project: our back yard. We dug up the grass and weeds in the dog run area, which is about 35x25, and laid 4 ton of river rock. It makes doggie doo-doo cleanup so easy! That was a lot of work, and Bob is now replacing the back door.
All our school books have arrived and are sitting on my kitchen counter waiting for me to get the year planned out. Projects need finished, carpet needs cleaned, laundry room needs deep cleaned, the school room needs organized...and on and on and on.
I need to ask Thomas what fun things he wants to do before the summer is over and try to accommodate him--to a degree.
The older I get, the faster time goes.
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