From PokerFisher, Tales From Retail:
Worked in retail for a couple years at a local grocery chain as a produce clerk. This local grocery chain tends to send ads practically everywhere in its vicinity and are usually dated for the effective dates of the ad. The store ads for each store also pertain to a general district. In other words, each ad for each district is unique to those particular stores as opposed to the ad for the district and the stores next door. So if you can imagine we would sometimes get the irate customers that claim that they always receive the ad too late for the week or that they claim that we should sell the product to them at the given price regardless of the effective date or they come from the district over with the ad price.
ME: Hello sir, how can I help you today?
SIR: Excuse me sir but I see that your tomatoes are XX.XX a pound instead of what the ad said as YY.YY a pound.
ME: Do you have that particular ad sir?
SIR: No I looked the price online and I saw it there.
ME: Well sir do you have that add that you saw online?
SIR: No I did not bring it.
ME: Well sir in order to help you we would need to see that ad. But I do want to let you know that the price for the tomatoes is XX.XX per pound this week. They are not the ad this week.
SIR: Excuse sir. I drove very far to come to this store to buy my tomatoes. Are you going to pay for my gas?
SIR: I waste my gas to come her. Are you going to pay?
ME: Uhhh well sir we don't pay for gas.
SIR: (Somewhat irate) Well I waste my gas. And the tomatoes are YY.YY. Someone needs to pay. Can you find me someone to speak to?
ME: Of course.
At this point I call over my manager and he arrives and is given practically the same exact conversation I received about the price of the tomatoes. Manager gives the same questions asking for the ads and lets the customer know that we need to see those ads and gives him the same price for the tomatoes.
SIR: Well I waste gas to come here. The store need to pay my gas.
Manager: (Confused) Gas?
SIR: Yes I waste my gas to buy my tomatoes. Will you pay me my gas?
Manager proceeds to give me a blank stare and I just shrug my shoulders and give him a I-don't-fucking-know look
Manger (with a crooked smile) Ummm sir we don't pay for gas.
SIR (becoming more irate): Sir I drive far to buy my tomatoes. Someone needs to help me pay.
This literally went on for half an hour. I love retail. -_-