Let me tell you a little something about living life on the edge.
I always thought you are required to show your reciept when you leave best buy with items you purchased. A friend of mine, who is a manager at a major electronics retailer, said they can ask to see it, but I don't have to show them unless they have proof/witnessed theft.
So today I walked out of BestBuy with 4 laptops in my cart(that I purchased), and the kid at the door says "may I see your reciept please?" I ignored him as I walked out, and of course he followed me and asked again. I said "No."
There was an awkward silence for about 5 seconds, then I said "Make a decision."
He said "Ok", and he pulls a cell phone out of his pocket, starts to dial something, then turns around and walks inside.
That was the end of that. So I guess it really is true. Apparently, if it's a membership place, like Sams or Costco, it is in their agreement that they have to check your reciept.
It's my little way of sticking it to the man. Although I don't really know how I'm sticking it to him.
Oh, and as I was loading the laptops, I almost sharted.
Cookies/congrats/beers/ytmnd comments are all welcome.
Stay tuned, tomorrow I'm going to take a tag off the mattress and afterwards, I'll put gas in the car with the engine running. I'll let you know how it goes.
I gotta keep going against the grain, I'm such a rebel
UPDATE: I couldn't wait till tomorrow, so I pulled the tag off the mattress tonight. Let me tell you, it was an empowering, harrowing experience. The adrenaline rushes through the body as it's happening. I literally felt like superman. it brought me back to the days of yore, when I used to take lunch money from the skinny kid with the funny hat.
I'm the man now, dog.
Next up: parking in "Mother to be" spot at Target, stepping on sidewalk crack, and picking at a scab
UPDATE 2: well, my body is full of scabs, so I figured I'd tackle one of the pus filled ones. I decided to take a slow approach as I was in the middle of going number 2 as I was doing this, and I didn't want any surprises. The scab was more of a festering boil that had since dried up.There was a small lip on the end of the scab facing the floor, so I decided to begin picking on that end. I don't trim my nails, so I had plenty of fingers to choose from on my excavation adventure. I usually use the nail on my pinkie finger, which is the same one I use to scoop earwax out of my ear, but I decided to be bold and use the middle finger as my mini-digger.
I gently lifted the scab flap up with my finger shovel and pinched the flap in between my nail and the fleshy part underneath my nail. I then slowly started to pull back. I was met with some resistance in the middle of the scab, where it had a pretty good grip on my oiled up body. This didn't deter me, as I was focused on one goal: getting that scab off.
I was about halfway done when I realized I would now be able to grab the scab flap with two fingers: My middle finger and my thumb. Once I pulled the scab 3/4 of the way back, a small amount of yellow pus began oozing out underneath. This disgusted me a little, and I almost gave up. However, I like to finish what I start, so I closed my eyes, recited a few quotes from "Back to the Future" and yanked the remaining scab back with all the force I could muster. I let out a soft muffled groan, almost like the sound of a cat in labor. I opened my eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. It was done. I dabbed the area with a wetnap, and covered it with a snoopy band aid. Confident of my latest conquest, I rushed to the computer to type this.
WARNING: MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT EATING BEFORE YOU READ THE ABOVE PASSAGE.
Cliffs:
I'm the man now, dog.
I always thought you are required to show your reciept when you leave best buy with items you purchased. A friend of mine, who is a manager at a major electronics retailer, said they can ask to see it, but I don't have to show them unless they have proof/witnessed theft.
So today I walked out of BestBuy with 4 laptops in my cart(that I purchased), and the kid at the door says "may I see your reciept please?" I ignored him as I walked out, and of course he followed me and asked again. I said "No."
There was an awkward silence for about 5 seconds, then I said "Make a decision."
He said "Ok", and he pulls a cell phone out of his pocket, starts to dial something, then turns around and walks inside.
That was the end of that. So I guess it really is true. Apparently, if it's a membership place, like Sams or Costco, it is in their agreement that they have to check your reciept.
It's my little way of sticking it to the man. Although I don't really know how I'm sticking it to him.
Oh, and as I was loading the laptops, I almost sharted.
Cookies/congrats/beers/ytmnd comments are all welcome.
Stay tuned, tomorrow I'm going to take a tag off the mattress and afterwards, I'll put gas in the car with the engine running. I'll let you know how it goes.
I gotta keep going against the grain, I'm such a rebel
UPDATE: I couldn't wait till tomorrow, so I pulled the tag off the mattress tonight. Let me tell you, it was an empowering, harrowing experience. The adrenaline rushes through the body as it's happening. I literally felt like superman. it brought me back to the days of yore, when I used to take lunch money from the skinny kid with the funny hat.
I'm the man now, dog.
Next up: parking in "Mother to be" spot at Target, stepping on sidewalk crack, and picking at a scab
UPDATE 2: well, my body is full of scabs, so I figured I'd tackle one of the pus filled ones. I decided to take a slow approach as I was in the middle of going number 2 as I was doing this, and I didn't want any surprises. The scab was more of a festering boil that had since dried up.There was a small lip on the end of the scab facing the floor, so I decided to begin picking on that end. I don't trim my nails, so I had plenty of fingers to choose from on my excavation adventure. I usually use the nail on my pinkie finger, which is the same one I use to scoop earwax out of my ear, but I decided to be bold and use the middle finger as my mini-digger.
I gently lifted the scab flap up with my finger shovel and pinched the flap in between my nail and the fleshy part underneath my nail. I then slowly started to pull back. I was met with some resistance in the middle of the scab, where it had a pretty good grip on my oiled up body. This didn't deter me, as I was focused on one goal: getting that scab off.
I was about halfway done when I realized I would now be able to grab the scab flap with two fingers: My middle finger and my thumb. Once I pulled the scab 3/4 of the way back, a small amount of yellow pus began oozing out underneath. This disgusted me a little, and I almost gave up. However, I like to finish what I start, so I closed my eyes, recited a few quotes from "Back to the Future" and yanked the remaining scab back with all the force I could muster. I let out a soft muffled groan, almost like the sound of a cat in labor. I opened my eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. It was done. I dabbed the area with a wetnap, and covered it with a snoopy band aid. Confident of my latest conquest, I rushed to the computer to type this.
WARNING: MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT EATING BEFORE YOU READ THE ABOVE PASSAGE.
Cliffs:
I'm the man now, dog.