I hate sales. Even more than sales, I hate The Eleventh Hour Discount Rats. Appearing at the eleventh hour of a sale and expecting a popular item to still be there is proof that some people need to get their brain checked.
Don't give me your sob story about how hard you work to put food on the table. Don't waste my time whining about how much of your life has been ruined by missing out on the mighty thing that could have solved all the world's problems if only it had been there. I really don't care whether or not you understand the concept of "running out" of it. No, I don't want to listen to you complain uselessly as though throwing a tantrum will make the item magically appear.
We don't have it anymore. Too bad. So sad. Sucks to be you!
You could have come at any time during this sale. Regardless of your workday/workweek, if you wanted the item you should have come in earlier.
If your life/job/financial status kept you from making it, fine. But don't you dare throw a fit at us because the item you wanted for the discount is gone.
It's not our fault, it's yours. You wanted it. You didn't come get it.
Sales are meant to move products out so that new stuff can be moved in. We celebrate the fact that the shelves are empty, because our stock slaves are playing Marco/Polo on the Mountain of Shipment in the back room. Guess what? Summer just started, that means the preliminary Autumn/Winter shit is coming in. That has to go somewhere.
May all your customers show up early enough in the sale to get that one magical item,