Enjoyed a few quiet minutes tonight pottering through the remnants of the Marks' winter sale, to pick up clothes for toddler-daughter. Pyjamas, check (the tick not a print), onesie (first-time buyer, will let you know if sleep is possible), summer shoes, winter boots and, because it was looking at me, a frying pan.
Of the five items only one was priced correctly (frying pan). All other items were marked lower than The Computer believed them to be. Abandoned the pyjamas as I wasn't really sure about those, just swiped them in a half-price sale frenzy. Onesie & footwear were authorized by a rather charming Manager who tutted and declared a customer probably marked the items down to collect later. What, and I thwarted their plans by taking them off the shelf in the meantime? Felt charmed by the woman's under-optimism.
Bet there's a disgruntled temp somewhere chortling over leftover Christmas cake about how their stickergun ran amuck on their last day at work.
Much appreciated, temp, much appreciated.
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