George nodded as Shanna showed him the seashell magnets. “These souvenirs will go like hot cakes now that tourists are flooding the town,” he said. “I’ll take three dozen.”
George laughed. “Missy, you have a thing or two to learn about sales! Never point out a defect. Maybe I wouldn’t have noticed. What is it?”
Shanna pointed to the edge of the sleeve. “The printer mistakenly got a droplet of blue right here on every shirt. I can give you twenty cents off each.”
“That doesn’t even look like a mistake!” George said. “But since you think it is, how about thirty cents off each, and I’ll take the whole batch?”
“I guess so,” Shanna said.
“Hah.” George grinned. “You’ll learn. Chalk this deal up to your lack of experience.”
The moment he had paid and left, Shanna ran into the back and crowed to her boss, “I just sold all those misspelled canoe shirts, wahoo!”