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I bought them for me, and I got the discount and I am very happy with the x2.  Then the moped company put them on extra-special sale for a price less than I paid, "Golly gee."  said I.  Then I get a call on my day off with the news that I won an x2 in the employee raffle.  "Good gravy."  

That is what I get for being impulsively indulgent.

I thank you again and pledge I will exploit my viewpoint for your entertainment.

I guess you would have to subscribe to the concept of fate and destiny to fully contemplate this fascinating line.  I heard this as a tag line for a TV show (of all places).  I mean really all I wanted to do is see someone fall off of the jousting platform on American Gladiators and then this damn line comes up.

We are busting our butts trying to see how the work schedule fits meanwhile throwing home-life into turmoil.  Arranging and rearranging child care, running pillar to post.  But would I be more productive shouting at the wind?

I guess the best test to see if something will stand up is to shake it.  Well if this is the case then I guess my returning to work full-time is a solid structure built firmly on a foundation of dense J-ello.

Don't worry fair canned meat consumers; I will get back in line so as not to upset the line of lemmings behind me.

On a similar note:

A different lady called the CMH and bitched me out for not refunding her $10 for her TV Guide subscription.  I tried to tell her we just handle canned meat but she didn't want to hear it and consequentially will not be buying TV Guide anymore since I didn't refund her money.

I was in line at the 10 items or fewer line (because "10 items or less" is gramatekly incorrect and if you reed mi blog you no I'm about the accurity) and an elder statesman is in front of me.  In front of the elder statesman (let us call him scrooge) is a Mom.  The chicky rolling check-out was between popping bubble gum bubbles when she rings in the second of two 64oz bottles of laundry oil.  The ~$15 price comes up and Scrooge says, "That aint right.  It says on the end cap it is ~$4."  See Scrooge has the same laundry oil too.  Check out chick blinks her blinky light and the earth's rotation slows to a crawl.  Supervisor lady gets on the walkie and determines Scrooge is right, someone forgot to take the sign down.  Mom and Scrooge get their laundry oil for a healthy $10 discount.

As Scrooge is being rung-up and bagged he looks at me and says, "It's their fault right?  They should pay for their mistake."  I barely smile and say nothing which is why I need to tell all of you what I should have said before I explode with self righteousness.  Let us pretend I say something like, "What ever makes you sleep at night pops.  Here I thought you and your contemporaries were those who were sad that business couldn't be done with a handshake anymore and were tired of fat corporations being cavalier with your pensions.  I thought the greatest generation of role models with  upstanding morality would know the difference between an honest mistake and taking advantage of a situation.  But it seems your penchant for sticking it to the man is as ingrained as your hatred for that Elvis boy and his rock n' roll.  By the way I hope that laundry oil takes the shoulder snaps right off of your 'members only' jacket." 

I taken my discounts that maybe shouldn't have been in my time but I never told anyone else to take it nor asked someone in line for permission to feel better about it.  There is a fine line between a pricing mistake and retail fraud.  Scrooge crossed that line and now faces the unrelenting taunting of my BLOG.