No More Public For Me

I went to our local overcrowded and overpriced drug store that-shall-not-be-named to get a comb and toothbrush. Whoopie, am I a big spender or what? I go in the door and there's a stack of Spring wreathes for 75% off. Not the greatest, but one would give my front door some color and hey, a twelve dollar wreath at 75% off is what.. three bucks. So I'm like woot.

I get my stuff and get wrung up, and the total is way too much. I look over it and first they overcharged me for three other items so I quickly fix that, and then I see the wreath was wrung up for 9 bucks. I politely say sorry miss, you overcharged me on this, it's 75% off.The little girl looks and says "No, I do right. 75%."

"No, 75% is 9 dollars."

"Yes."

"So you have to take nine dollars OFF. It should be 3 dollars."

"75 percent not three dollar!"

"NO. Three dollars is what's LEFT when you take 75% OFF. 75% is nine dollars."

"Yes."

Aggravated and knowing I have two adorable time bombs nearby, I ask the cashier next to me to correct it. She looks over tells me the first one is right. What? Again I say NO. You're supposed to SUBTRACT 75 GODDAMN PERCENT. 12-9=3! I ask for the manager because I know him. He's not there. Moo starts crying for some boobie and Ma is trying to go for the M&Ms under the register (WHY oh WHY do stores have to put CANDY at a childs eye level? Obviously whoever thought of that is either unreprehensibly evil or doesn't have kids.) ... and I soon realize I'm fighting over 5th grade math and a chinsy looking wreath and leave without it, defeated.

I'm starting to hate going out in public.