Whaaaaat?
In our last house, and also in this new (old) house, we start the fall/winter seasons with headcolds. I think we can thank the laws of physics - radiator heat has a tendancy to dry the crap out of the air in your home - but it's so nice and toasty! Once you adjust, you're fine for the rest of the heating season.
So last night at 9:45 PM I need to run out to the local Acme - I need nothing more than Tylenol Flu, bananas, and milk.... a simple quick list of items. I'm dressed like a bum, and really have no desire to talk to anyone. I'm in the store about 2 minutes and get to the register - a nice express lane with a lady holding 16 items instead of the posted 15. Whatever.
My stuff is scanned, I get ready to pay, and everything comes to a halt: "Do you have your Acme card?" "No." I reply with cashing waving in her face. "Would you like to fill out this form and sign up? It only takes a minute and you will save 30 cents on this purchase alone...." "No. I just want to pay and go home.. maybe some other time." "OK Sir, but you will save money and...."
At this point, I have a flash of several ideas. I could duct tape her mouth shut and hand her the money - maybe even just leave a 10 on the counter and leave.... keep the change just so I can get out of there. I could interrupt her and tell her that No means No in many more ways than just the sexual way...
I finally said "I'm sorry, but I can't read. So that form you're asking me to fill out would just cause more problems. Can I just pay and leave?"
She turned bright red and just gave me my change.... bye bye.


2 Comments:
you forgot the end of the story
...and then I jumped in my gas guzzling, Guiliani campaign sticker covered, republican behemoth of a vehicle and proceeded to stomp out my neighbors' WMD stockpile while sacrificing the lives of 15,000 of my troops and declaring "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED".
Wasn't that on the way home?
or does the alternate ending go something like...
I met "Harry Graig" in a bathroom at the local Exxon and proceeded to get a hummer of a lifetime.
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