swipey machine?
auntie em, I truly respect your honesty, it’s refreshing.
BTW were you refering to El Cerrito CA?
swipey machine?
auntie em, I truly respect your honesty, it’s refreshing.
BTW were you refering to El Cerrito CA?
Back when I was working at a grocery bagger, I used to go to starbucks during my breaks. One time I went there a brand new girl was working there; she looked just barely old enough to work and looked quite nervous. Well, it turns out she was so nervous that when I gave her my order she just relayed it to the coffie-maker guy and didn’t ring me up. Since I have this ritual where I give them the money when the total comes on the screen and they tell me how much, I forgot to pay her- I just asked her for a carmel macchiato, they made it, and I left with it. Back at work I was trying to remember if I actually PAID for it- I realized I didn’t so after work went back and gave them the 3.50 for the beverage. I felt sorry for the girl that messed up- I remember what a nervous wreck I was the first day of my first job.
Yep.
And thanks for the kind words. I’ll need them to fall back on in case Nana gets wind of the fact that I’m going back to pay for the goods.
So how did it turn out, Incubus? One of my fears is that I’ll get the cashier (whose name is on the receipt) in trouble.
I don’t think he wants that – I don’t come with a toaster (though perhaps I could work a George Foreman grill into the deal).
My Grandma would have been pleased as well. She was known to buy a pretty dress for a special occasion, tuck the price tag/s into the sleeve, wear it to the event and return it the next day when she was done with it.
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Care Bear. No “s”. I only have one, damnit, and it was a gift. So, nyah!
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A few months ago a co-worker and I were in her car waiting in line at the drive-thru of the local Long John Silvers. We sat and fried in the car for nearly 15 minutes and, then, as we pulled up to the speaker we heard “I’ll be right with you.”
Ho-hum. Ten minutes went by. (Yes, we would have left by then, but we were scrunched between two cars.)
We finally gave our order, waited another five minutes or so to get our food… and then drove off. With my $20 sitting on the car window’s arm rest.
“We have to go back,” I said, thinking I was being a paragon of virtue.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t pay.”
“No,” she said. “I mean, why go back when we have to wait in that line again?”
Free food for that day! Surely I am rationalization’s bitch.
One time, I was shopping in the mall. I’d already bought something which was in a box, not a bag. I went into Sears and picked up a pair of panyhose (flat package), and tucked the package beween my thumb, and the box I was already carrying. I was with a friend, we started yacking, and I was halfway across the parking lot before I realized I hadn’t paid for the pantyhose! I went back into the store, explained to a cashier what had happened, she rang me up and I paid. Another time, I paid for gas with a 10.00 bill and the cashier gave me change as if I had paid with a 20.00. The sad thing is, my teenage nephew was with me, and for the life of me, I couldn’t make him understand why I had gone back to the cashier and fixed the problem. He (at about 17 years of age) totally didn’t grok the golden rule. When I explained that the extra money would have come out of the cashiers’ pocket if his register came up short, my nephew’s attitude was “well, that’s his problem, then”. He’s still a delinquent, and he’s in his 20’s.:rolleyes:
When I was about 13, my mom took me to the store and bought me a pair of jeans. When I got them home and put them on, there was something poiking my butt, and I pulled a pair of (really horrible, tacky, ugly) earrings out of the back pocket.
I was horrified, and thought that my mom might think that I’d actually stolen them, so I told her and we took the earrings back to the store. In return for being such an honest kid, they gave me a $5 gift certificate. The earrings were only worth about that much.
Am I the only one who thought the thread title meant that Britney Spears had been caught shoplifting?
When I was about 7, my older brother and I were in a department store picking out a gift for our mum. I had been looking at some measuring spoons (hey she asked for them!) but we decided to check out another store before we decided. So off we go to The Bay. My brother found something he wanted to buy and as we’re waiting in line I realize I’m holding something…measuring spoons! I panicked and insisted that we had to go back to the store right away so I could pay for them. I felt so bad and I was terrified I was going to get caught! And that is the only time I have ever shoplifted!
Huh. Auntie Em in a blonde wig and a Catholic school girl’s outfit?
There might be some possibilities there.
Well, since I ganked my loot because the cashier failed to ring the stuff up altogether, I knew that her drawer wouldn’t come up short (not because of me, anyway), or I’d probably have tried to remedy the situation before the close of business last night. Still, since it was her mistake, I’m a little worried that she’ll get a whippin’.
And BTW, my boss (25 years my senior) had the same attitude as your teenage nephew. They never grow up, do they? :rolleyes:
And don’t tell me. YOU get to be Father Feelup. :rolleyes:
I once walked out of Target, and even got all the way out to my car without paying for a pack of socks. Me and my girlfriend had been killing time before a movie. So we went to Target, because theres fun stuff to play with, so its a good place to kill an hour. (It’s across the parking lot) So we went there and, since I was there, picked them up. Then proceeded to play video games, and football and stuff. Then we just left… I completely forgot I was carrying them around.
I got to my car and told her, “I don’t think I paid for these.” She thinks and says, “I don’t think so either.” So we both hightailed it back into the store and into line to pay for them.
Honey, I didn’t say that your naughty bits under that wig and outift were boyish naughty bits, now did I?
note to self: guy blond wig and School Girl Uniform, a really big school girl uniform
Gahh
“buy blond wig …”
Now, Homebrew, to honestly pull that off for me and my Care Bear, you would actually need to be a… well, girl.
Over 18, preferably. (Still, if Auntie Em keeps acting like Grumpy Bear, this here Cheer Bear just might look into Toasterville.)
Ahem.
Bon Voyage. Pack lightly. And may you get nice and brown.