I don't like hagglers. I understand that there are communities and cultures where haggling is expected, but a retail outlet in the US is not one of those places. And if you're a person who has lived in the US all your life, I'm going to expect you to know this. And if you're an obviously wealthy, not just rich, wealthy white dude over fifty and you come at me trying to haggle your way out of a couple of dollars, I'm going to be increasingly short with you.
Wealthy Dick, after two hours of making me climb up and down the broken swivel chair to reach the highest back issue comics before deciding he didn't want anything other than the three $4 back issues he approached the counter with: "I'd like the twenty percent discount."
Me: "Sorry, that's for subscribers. It's for books that they've pre-ordered that we've built into our ordering process."
WD: "Well, I tend to buy a lot of comics, and I get a discount."
Me: "If you were buying a couple of hundred dollars worth of comics, I'd call the owner to make sure I had his permission, and we'd probably knock a few dollars off, but I'm not going to call him about twelve dollars worth of X-Men comics."
WD: "Well you can just give me five dollars off."
Me: "I can't. It's not my money or my comics to do that. If you want to buy another ninety dollars worth of books I can knock five dollars off, maybe even ten, but I can't even knock off fifty cents for a twelve dollar purchase."
WD: "You usually do."
Me (glaring): "Would you like me to put these in a bag for you, and you can come in Wednesday night and ask the owner himself?"
WD: "I have to catch a plane to Rome tomorrow."
I blink. Obviously.
WD: "Can you knock three dollars off?"
Me: "I can knock no dollars off."
WD: "Two dollars?"
I step from behind the counter with the inventory board and pretend to look for a book on the shelf.
WD: "Fine. I'l pay the twelve dollars, Christ. I'm in a hurry."