The Squeaky Wheel

I was shopping at Target earlier this afternoon, and though I had stopped in for tennis balls, I had to make the obligatory cruise through women's clothes, more specifically, the clearance racks. Now most of that shit is just that - shit - stuff left over from past seasons that they are pretty much stuck with, so they've marked it down to embarrassment for one last push out the door. But if you're willing to look, (and if I've parked my car, gotten out and walked in, then I'm willing to look) you might find a real steal. Today I found a jacket that caught my interest. Solid brown, so it could go with a lot. My size. Nice style. I slipped it on. It fit like it had been expecting me. I looked at the price. Stop right there! It was only marked down to half price? (Originally $60, now $30) As much as I liked it, I knew I couldn't settle for only half off. I strolled on over to the dressing room attendant and began the negotiation process.
"It was on the 75% off rack," was all I said as I handed the jacket to her.
She examined it and noted, "Yeah, it's an Isaac and we don't even carry Isaac anymore."
I was likin' what I was hearin'. She punched in some numbers and didn't seem to get the answer she wanted, so she promptly called a manager over. I didn't even have to open my mouth. The dressing room attendant instantly became my agent and as such, she did all the talking. She got the manager to knock another 50% off the sale price, bringing the jacket down to $15, which was right where I thought it should be, so I happily threw my new bargain into my shopping cart, thanked them both (though it was really my agent who deserved the credit) and headed for...now what was it I came in here...oh yeah, tennis balls.