|When They Say It's 'On Sale', It's Really Not
Author: SimplySalted PM
Hijikata takes a short trip to the store, whether or not Okita is in on this, or if he payed the cashier to irritate him is unknown. But I can assure you of one thing, Hijikata's not going to be buying anything from this store. K for Hiji's potty mouth!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Gintoki S. & Hijikata T. - Words: 517 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 4 - Published: 04-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6936197
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When They Say it's 'On Sale', It's Really Not
"Hey, how much is this if it's 30 percent off of $40.00?"The man inquired towards the cashier. His name tag read 'Sakata' in overly neat letters.
The cashier replied with nothing more than a non-chalant gaze.
"Oi, Sakta, I said how much would it be." The man asked again, getting slightly irritated.
The cashier glanced up at the use of his name, then sighed and guided his unruly curly hair out of his vision to look at the price tag. Kneeling over the desk, he stared blankly at the tag for a few moments and then back up at the man.
"You got a calculator?" The cashier questioned with a glazed expression and slightly raised eyebrows.
"No," the customer replied.
"Then I can't help you." The cashier paused for a moment continuing to stare at the desk, and then slinked back into his chair and continued sipping on his strawberry milk, eyes scanning the room idly.
"Whatta you mean you can't help me?" He said, anger rising in his tone.
He could not believe that this 'Sakata' had just said that he can't help him and he works here. Bullshit! He's paid for this? To sit here and piss off the customers? He had been told that he can't help him. When it's his fucking job.
"Why?" He asked again, starting to bite into his cigarette with his poorly concealed rage.
"You sure like to ask a lot of questions, don't you...the tag says it's because it's not on sale…" The cashier plainly stated as he pulled out his JUMP and started to read. He appeared to have better things to do than help people make a purchase.
That's last week's issue anyway! Quit fucking ignoring me! I know that you already know what happens to Freiza at the end!
"And where on here does it say that it's not on sale?"He stated, practically seething. Glaring at the Sakata furiously, daring him to make another sarcastic response.
"Right…." He paused for a moment staring at the clearance sticker on the price tag.
'Well, that's no good; it's actually on sale…' Sakata thought for a moment. Then promptly peeled off the sticker and put it under the desk. "Here" He said, completing his sentence.
...He just...peeled off the fucking sticker, banishing its existence form the price tag. Seriously? What an asshole!
Finally, the customer decided he was done with Sakata's 'game', and bursted with pure hatred, throwing the shirt onto the floor in an act of defiance.
"FUCK YOU! I AM LEAVING THIS STORE AND I AM NOT COMING BACK! NOT AS LONG AS YOU WORK HERE!" The customer exploded wrathfully and stormed out the front door and off the curb, right out of sight.
Looks like somebody went super-saiyan...
Sakata sighed and put his feet back up on the counter, showing a small smile of satisfaction as he waited for his next victim.