Today’s pitting will feature Babies R Us. A store I generally quite like.
Mrs. Chastain and I, being the proud new parents of a baby eating-machine…er, girl, headed off to BRU to buy formula.
Expensive stuff, but I knew that going in.
The canister of the powdered formula we wanted had a price tag of $20.99. As I started to pick one up, I noticed beside the aisle with the individual cans were larger six-packs of the same cans.
The pack consisted of six cans wrapped in cellophane. Nothing else. No coupons for future purchase, no literature, no nothin’.
The price of this six-pack was $137.99.
Hold on whiles I digs out my calculator, you baby-mongering rapists. 'Cause last I checked, six cans of your baby life-giving powder should come to $127.00.
So where the hell is my ten bucks going?
When I brought this to the attention of one of the purple-shirted staff, I was told that they do it intentionally.
And that “it costs more due to the convenience factor.”
So here we go:
Fuck you, and fuck your shitty price-gouging ways. Are you seriously trying to tell me that you’re charging an extra $10 for a cardboard flat and some cellophane? Because I’ve half a mind to stick one of these cans up somebody’s ass.
I can tell you already, you unclefuckers, I won’t be returning now that I’ve exhausted my supply of gift cards so generously given to us by relatives. I’m truly sad that you’ve made so much money off of us already, and I won’t be contributing one more red cent to your coffers.
You might think you have us over a barrel, but trust me – I can buy formula elsewhere. And, because I’m going elsewhere to buy the formula, I can go elsewhere to buy everything else, too.
So stick a bottle warmer in your ear, Babies R Us. I’m done with you. :mad: