It's All For The Best
Well, I got fleeced today. Totally and utterly fleeced by a cheerful girl selling magazines. The best part is . . . I didn't even want anything and I knew it was all a big waste of money, but I just couldn't embarrass her like that! I mean, I invited her in and everything. It was all my fault. If I had been firm right away then I could have turned her down, but I wasn't. I was a namby-pamby sissy and so the only person I can blame is myself. Don't worry, I've always wanted to find out what it would be like to live on the mean streets, which is what I'll be doing pretty soon because I'll be broke and I'll have to run away from home so that my parents don't find out how stupid I am.
But what am I talking about? Of course I don't have to run away from home! My parents already know how stupid I am. Ever since I was old enough to go shopping my mom has had to ask for dressing rooms for me because I was always just too embarrassed to ask myself. And one time I spent like 180.00 dollars on movies at Hastings because they TOTALLY GYPED (sp?) ME!!! You have to hear the whole story, otherwise you will think I am making it up:
One day I saw that Hastings was having a going out of business sale. It was a sunny day and I thought, "Why, I should go in there and spend some money on movies, it's a sale right? I'll be getting really good deals, right? Right!!" So I skipped merrily into the store with my little red coat and my basket of goodies for grandma. I wandered down the aisles, picking out wonderful movies and putting them in my basket. I noticed that there were no price tags displayed but I thought to myself, "They can't be more than six or seven dollars apeice, I mean it's a sale, right?" So I shopped away to my little heart's content and then when I got to the counter, I plunked the movies down and listened to the little "beep" "beep" "beep" of the happy price scanner when suddenly the nasty checkout lady snarled, "That'll be 180.00 dollars!!" I was shocked of course, absolutely shocked. However, I didn't know what to say or do. Of course the only thing I could do was pretend that, "oh, of course! I knew that they would be 180.00 dollars all along!! No problem!! Do you take credit card?" Now if you know me, you know that I will never, never say anything to upset the checkout person. Not ever. I just get too flustered and embarrassed. So anyway, I paid the horrible woman and then I went out to my car and I cried and cried and cried. Then I called my mom and told her what happened and she took care of it. Trust me, you do not want to mess with my mom. She was very polite (she is never anything else) but she was also very firm. Besides, I had used my mom's credit card and I had signed it with my name, so really I had just done something illegal and it was therefore an invalid transaction. So Hastings had to eat it and we all lived happily ever after. The End
Wasn't that a beautiful story? Not particularly, but now you understand why I am such an idiot. But I learned my lesson! I learned that if little magazine people come to the door then I should shut it and hide in my room . . . under the bed . . . in a box.
But what am I talking about? Of course I don't have to run away from home! My parents already know how stupid I am. Ever since I was old enough to go shopping my mom has had to ask for dressing rooms for me because I was always just too embarrassed to ask myself. And one time I spent like 180.00 dollars on movies at Hastings because they TOTALLY GYPED (sp?) ME!!! You have to hear the whole story, otherwise you will think I am making it up:
One day I saw that Hastings was having a going out of business sale. It was a sunny day and I thought, "Why, I should go in there and spend some money on movies, it's a sale right? I'll be getting really good deals, right? Right!!" So I skipped merrily into the store with my little red coat and my basket of goodies for grandma. I wandered down the aisles, picking out wonderful movies and putting them in my basket. I noticed that there were no price tags displayed but I thought to myself, "They can't be more than six or seven dollars apeice, I mean it's a sale, right?" So I shopped away to my little heart's content and then when I got to the counter, I plunked the movies down and listened to the little "beep" "beep" "beep" of the happy price scanner when suddenly the nasty checkout lady snarled, "That'll be 180.00 dollars!!" I was shocked of course, absolutely shocked. However, I didn't know what to say or do. Of course the only thing I could do was pretend that, "oh, of course! I knew that they would be 180.00 dollars all along!! No problem!! Do you take credit card?" Now if you know me, you know that I will never, never say anything to upset the checkout person. Not ever. I just get too flustered and embarrassed. So anyway, I paid the horrible woman and then I went out to my car and I cried and cried and cried. Then I called my mom and told her what happened and she took care of it. Trust me, you do not want to mess with my mom. She was very polite (she is never anything else) but she was also very firm. Besides, I had used my mom's credit card and I had signed it with my name, so really I had just done something illegal and it was therefore an invalid transaction. So Hastings had to eat it and we all lived happily ever after. The End
Wasn't that a beautiful story? Not particularly, but now you understand why I am such an idiot. But I learned my lesson! I learned that if little magazine people come to the door then I should shut it and hide in my room . . . under the bed . . . in a box.
posted by Booder at 9:42 PM
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