So listen… I went shopping today and somehow ended up staring at a checkout total that said $2,000. I’m standing there blinking like, excuse me???
The prices were already ridiculous — everything marked up like they just threw numbers at a wall. It felt less like inflation and more like a test to see who wouldn’t pay attention.
I speak up, and now there’s an attitude. “That’s just how it rings up in the system.” Oh? So the system just casually overcharges and we’re all supposed to smile and swipe?
And right after that, the little screen flips around asking for a tip.
A tip… for what exactly? Scanning barcodes and watching me insert my card? Since when did every counter in every store become a tip jar with WiFi? Tipping used to mean actual service — not simply occupying space behind a register.
I wasn’t about to let that slide. I asked for the manager because we’re not about to normalize getting overcharged and then guilt-tripped in the same breath.
Moral of the story: check your receipts. Because the boldness lately? On another level.
So listen… I went shopping today and somehow ended up staring at a checkout total that said $2,000. I’m standing there blinking like, excuse me???
