NuclearNed
Raconteur
I bring cheese sticks to work every day for a little protein boost in the middle of the afternoon. For me, a day without cheese is... well, pretty bad I'm sure.
Imagine my delight when I see that my normally drab cheese sticks now have a brightly colored label exclaiming that I could "Win $500 in Toys + Games!!!". Apparently all I have to do is go to a website, enter the code that is printed at the top of the cheese stick wrapper, and I could be the big winner of a bunch of Hasbro gaming joy.
Then just try to imagine me as I nervously fumble my cheese sticks with trembling hands, searching everywhere for the beautiful, wonderful code that will ensure my future gaming pleasure. Then suddenly a brief moment of stillness passed over me as I knew something monumental in my life was about to happen. There at the top of the wrapper, right above the cartoon drawing of the Frigo cheese head guy, were these words, quoted in their entirety, and not a single character more:
"Your code number:"
Every cheese stick in the package is exactly the same. There isn't a single code to be found anywhere. I feel like the Frigo cheese head guy has let me down in the most reprehensible, morally irresponsible way. If I weren't in the office, I'd probably have my head thrown back in a primal scream that would shake the windows. I'd like to throw the wrapper in the toilet just so I could pee on the Frigo cheese head guy. I probably wouldn't have won anything, but is it just and right for him to be able to steal my right to reaffirm myself as a loser? Who do these corporate peckerheads think they are, abusing their longtime, loyal customers with the lure of goodies, just to smack their hands with a sadistic laugh???
Who do I sue?
The Overlord of Cheesy Evil (I've got a suggestion for what he can do with that thumb)
Imagine my delight when I see that my normally drab cheese sticks now have a brightly colored label exclaiming that I could "Win $500 in Toys + Games!!!". Apparently all I have to do is go to a website, enter the code that is printed at the top of the cheese stick wrapper, and I could be the big winner of a bunch of Hasbro gaming joy.
Then just try to imagine me as I nervously fumble my cheese sticks with trembling hands, searching everywhere for the beautiful, wonderful code that will ensure my future gaming pleasure. Then suddenly a brief moment of stillness passed over me as I knew something monumental in my life was about to happen. There at the top of the wrapper, right above the cartoon drawing of the Frigo cheese head guy, were these words, quoted in their entirety, and not a single character more:
"Your code number:"
Every cheese stick in the package is exactly the same. There isn't a single code to be found anywhere. I feel like the Frigo cheese head guy has let me down in the most reprehensible, morally irresponsible way. If I weren't in the office, I'd probably have my head thrown back in a primal scream that would shake the windows. I'd like to throw the wrapper in the toilet just so I could pee on the Frigo cheese head guy. I probably wouldn't have won anything, but is it just and right for him to be able to steal my right to reaffirm myself as a loser? Who do these corporate peckerheads think they are, abusing their longtime, loyal customers with the lure of goodies, just to smack their hands with a sadistic laugh???
Who do I sue?
The Overlord of Cheesy Evil (I've got a suggestion for what he can do with that thumb)
