She was at work when this woman comes up with four cocoa butter swivel sticks (they're kind of like lip balm).
Apparently the items in question were 2 for $3 at Target (she works at Wal-Fart).
My wife knows this because the woman said this about 57,000 times.
Over and over and over and over again.
My wife had rung her up by this point and the woman again stated "I said those were 2 for $3 at Target!"
Mrs. NC: Ma'am, I have no control over the price, whatever the price on our display is, is how much they are. Do you want me to price match?
Picky Bitch: Well isn't that what you people do here?
Mrs. NC: Well, yes, but only if you have the print ad so we can compare it.
She said that other Wal-Farts gave her the price match without the print ad.
Mind you at this point the sale was rung up and the woman had not yet paid.
My wife offered to cancel the transaction, to which picky bitch replied, "Well no, I still need them."
And then the words that every retail slave dreads "What's your name?" and then asked to speak to a manager at customer service.
So the woman paid and went up to the customer service desk.
All over a $1.37 difference.
I don't know what happened after that and no one came to talk to my wife, so I'm hoping they told her to STFU and GTFO.