We told him the sign must be wrong, that it couldn't be.
"No, no," said the lad. "All of these from here to here $1.99 each or three for $5."
We took a closer look. The toys were all baby toys but decent toys and we had baby birthdays coming up.We hesitantly worked through them.
There was a kind of Shape-O toy snail, a set of colorful stacking rings and a snap-together chain of little balls.
We started to make a pile of the three we might need to buy.
(We already had a birthday truck that came with a plastic toy drill for the birthday boy. That was a good price too but nothing like the toys on the clearance row.)
We asked the sales boy again.
"Are you sure this is right? This doesn't seem right."
"Yes! Yes!," It's a good deal!" the boy said earnestly, "This whole row, from here to here, is on the sale. My manager just wants to get rid of these."
Marc and I are both longtime skeptics so we took our time looking for what might be wrong here.
We looked for damage. We checked for problems. The brands were good. The boxes were intact. The colors were bright and we knew of several grandkids who would like these toys.
I started making a mental list.
If this were really a legitimate offer, I might be coming back for some early Christmas shopping.
(When you have 40 grandkids, you have to think ahead.)
Now, granted, the toys we were seeing were for babies and we only have a couple that age anymore but the prices of the toys and items around the rest of the store were pretty appealing too.
We took the toys up to the counter.
"Ok, we'll try to buy these," we said.
The boy started to ring them up.
The machine gave him trouble.
"Oh, of course," we surmised. "It's not going to be a real sale."
He got on the phone to his manager.
"Yes, yes. Ok, yes," he said.
We thought, here it comes but he nodded to the phone and started punching in numbers.
"Ok, $5," he said triumphantly.
Really?
We paid and we beat it, feeling like we robbed the place.
We might go back for more.
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