Scene: Southern NH giant superstore... lets call it walfart
Girlfriend and I are in line behind a middle age couple with a large bag of apples who look like they crawled out of the backwoods of Maine.
Apples are rung up and there is a disagreement over price
"Those are supposed to be $1.99, it says so on the sign."
"Ma'am, the price is per lb. as stated on the sign. Your bag is several pounds"
"No, the price is per bag, I want to speak to your manager"
"Fine" *manager comes over, hears story and physically retrieves sign from grocery section a few yards away*
"See Ma'am, it's $1.99/lb as it says here." After some further grumbling and much to my chagrin he says "Well we're sorry for the confusion and we'll give you the apples for $1.99 a bag"
the woman then has the cajones to turn to me and my girlfriend, the people who have been patiently waiting through this completely inane episode and utter the following
"Well when you're right you're right"
I was so horrified that this woman was allowed to occupy otherwise perfectly useful space that I couldn't do anything but stare.