Very few surprises arise at the cashier’s desk when purchasing a T-shirt. T-shirt’s are easy; they’re too simple for any sort of drama to unfold. The only caveats to that being if the T-shirt in question is currently being worn by someone else, if the T-shirt has been elected as the nesting ground for an endangered species which is prohibited by law to disturb, or if the T-shirt spontaneously combusts.
Fortunately, I’ve yet to find myself at the heart of any of those scenarios, however, I once came close. A couple of years ago I was in my local Primark store purchasing the tee you see in today’s photo (a heavily illustrated design featuring drawings of relief map details, road signs, camper vans and text which has been sewn on separately), when something unexpected occurred.
To my surprise, in lieu of a barcode, the sales assistant did not meltdown into an incomprehensible mess on the floor, but instead hurried out to the stockroom to see what could be done. Upon her return, she informed me that not only was a barcode impossible to find, but no other editions of the same garment could be located either on or off the shop floor in any size. I had selected the very last instance of this T-shirt, and evidently, that warranted a prize, so the sales assistant excitedly reduced the already heavily discounted T-shirt price by 75% - a questionable and heavily unpublicised store policy.
I’m now weary of the security fellow when I return to the store in case I’m the subject of some sort of entrapment…
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