It’s Priceless to Me
I work in the customer framing department at a craft store and there’s this one woman who always talks down to all the employees. Her husband is rich and she shouldn’t be kept waiting blah blah blah (She was waiting for like five minutes because I was helping another customer) and she just keeps trying to get ridiculous discounts.
This glass has a scratch on it? Oh, sorry, I’ll just replace it real quick. Nope. She wants to be upgraded to museum glass (a $90 difference) because I made her wait a few minutes to fix a scratch that only she could see. I’m pretty sure she got off on being an awful person, because I can’t understand why she would come back several times for different pieces if I was really such a terrible worker.
Anyway, she came in one day with a painting she wants re-framed. And then emphasizes that it was her grandmother who painted it and it has such sentimental value. Also, her grandmother was a professional painter so it’s probably worth like so much money. It’s a generic painting of flowers in a vase and I’m like 80% sure at that point it’s not really that old.
She’s just playing it up so when she gets the art back she can point out a flaw in it that we caused and she can demand we give her the whole frame for free. So I’m taking the canvas out of the old frame and she’s reminding me that it’s super valuable. I take off the dust cover on the back and lo and behold there’s a sticker already there: Clearance: $19.99.
I wish I had a photo of her face when she saw that.
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