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I take my younger son this evening to PCH and 2nd outdoor mall to buy him a birthday present. He wants a pair of polarized sunglasses for sailing. We grab a bite to eat and head over to Sunglass Hut. I know there are so many other better retail stores. If you do not know exactly what you want online shopping is a PITA. This is the first time I have been in a retail mall store in years.
We walk up to the door and it is locked. Weird - but shortly a clean cut white guy comes up in his mid twenties and unlocks door. Apologizes but said it is a safety issue and he is the only one there. The place is covered in cameras and PCH and Second is a pretty nice / new place but whatever. I am hoping we get in and out pretty quickly. My son tries on a bunch of pairs of glasses and finally settles on one pair.
Awesome - I place my CC on the payment counter and he has this terrified look on his face. The computer system is down and I cannot input transaction, but he has a stack of triplicate impression forms on the ready. I just say to him "great take the card info and you guys are going to run it in the morning". He agrees and starts to fill out my info on the form. He looks up at me again in panic. This was not a high school kid mind you. I apologize sir but I cannot calculate the sales tax. My son pipes up 0% as a joke that the sales clerk said no it is not that - went completely over his head. I think to myself OK he does not want to mess this up by doing quick math or on paper so I grab my phone out my pocket. I look on the counter and he actually has a calculator....
He does not know the percent sales tax rate where the store is located and also if he did still cannot perform the calculation on his calculator. The dude should have hid that thing behind the desk in the deepest drawer he could find. My son looks at me and knows I am about to laugh hysterically or fire the guy and save corporate the cycles. I give him the sales tax rate and perform the simple calculation so he can record it on the form. He thanks me and my son and we are finaly on our way.
On our walk out to the car I quiz my son on markups and discounts having him perform them on the fly. Tell him to stay in school and that is what happens when you are a complete dipshit. We get home and he dives right into his room to study and do homework. After reading Fox, watching the debate, and for the most part shopping online tonight's experience highlights there is a group of people out there that really should not be allowed to vote. It is a scary world and tonight reminded me how screwed up things are out there.
We walk up to the door and it is locked. Weird - but shortly a clean cut white guy comes up in his mid twenties and unlocks door. Apologizes but said it is a safety issue and he is the only one there. The place is covered in cameras and PCH and Second is a pretty nice / new place but whatever. I am hoping we get in and out pretty quickly. My son tries on a bunch of pairs of glasses and finally settles on one pair.
Awesome - I place my CC on the payment counter and he has this terrified look on his face. The computer system is down and I cannot input transaction, but he has a stack of triplicate impression forms on the ready. I just say to him "great take the card info and you guys are going to run it in the morning". He agrees and starts to fill out my info on the form. He looks up at me again in panic. This was not a high school kid mind you. I apologize sir but I cannot calculate the sales tax. My son pipes up 0% as a joke that the sales clerk said no it is not that - went completely over his head. I think to myself OK he does not want to mess this up by doing quick math or on paper so I grab my phone out my pocket. I look on the counter and he actually has a calculator....
He does not know the percent sales tax rate where the store is located and also if he did still cannot perform the calculation on his calculator. The dude should have hid that thing behind the desk in the deepest drawer he could find. My son looks at me and knows I am about to laugh hysterically or fire the guy and save corporate the cycles. I give him the sales tax rate and perform the simple calculation so he can record it on the form. He thanks me and my son and we are finaly on our way.
On our walk out to the car I quiz my son on markups and discounts having him perform them on the fly. Tell him to stay in school and that is what happens when you are a complete dipshit. We get home and he dives right into his room to study and do homework. After reading Fox, watching the debate, and for the most part shopping online tonight's experience highlights there is a group of people out there that really should not be allowed to vote. It is a scary world and tonight reminded me how screwed up things are out there.