Budweiser is making it IIRC. They are tall skinny cans, about 20 oz and about 3 dollars a pop. All that tomato juice cost money I guess. Its in most convience stores here in northern florida.
Well I actually have went to the trouble of returning things I’ve gotten free on accident only to find there is no procedure for that and it stymies the employees and sends everyone into a tizzy.
Once I bought a cheap photo matte at (I think) Target and got it home to find there were two stuck together (the cellophane, don’tchaknow). Unfortunately this was just after xmas and to bring it back I had to stand in this serpentine line for this 79 cent thing and when I handed it to them saying “I just got this extra and wanted to bring it back because it wasn’t paid for” they were flummoxed. “Do you have a receipt?” “Well I have a receipt for the one I paid for…” “so do you want credit?” “No I just want to give it back to you…” “I don’t understand?” “I didn’t pay for it…it was stuck to one I did buy…and now I’m giving it back. Ok? Bye.” Guy stands there blinking. But by this time I was EXPERIENCED!
The first time this happened to me was way the hell back at a Zayers. I bought someone a scarf that must’ve cost all of $6.99 (which was to me a so-so amount of money then - minimum wage being about $3.15 an hour and all) and brought it home to wrap it and gave it a snap to fold it and another scarf fell out. It never would’ve occured to me in a million years to keep that second scarf because a) I did not pay for it and b) I did not have a crush on any other boys who were fans of Notre Dame. (Har har) So the next day (again around xmastime) I was standing in the returns line and I got to the front and luckily only had to explain twice to the person what had happened and they said “OH! Thank you!” and there was an older couple behind me who had suddenly had their faith restored in humanity and the man shouted “Well MER-RY CHRISTMAS!!!” like he was Jimmy Stewart or something, lol. I will always remember that man and crack up thinking about his corniness. It was worth it just for that.
I see billboards for it all over here in the San Francisco/Oakland East Bay areas where advertisers market towards latinos. I don’t see it catching on with the Grey Goose set any time soon, no…which is stupid because there is the whole hipster embracing of the BPR and bloody marys so why not throw a little clam and lime in there - right? FIESTA!
This has happened to me twice: I did some grocery shopping, got the cart all the way to the car, started to unload the bags into my trunk . . . and discovered something hiding in the corner of the cart, under the basket, that I hadn’t paid for.
The first time it happened, I took the item back to the store and paid for it. The second time, it was bitter cold and snowing, and I was parked far from the store . . . so I kept it. It was a bottle of vitamins.
We bought a really nice microwave from a big box store – really cheap because it was an ‘open box buy.’ Box has been resealed and has stickers all over it claiming it has the same warranty, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Get it home, and it’s missing the door latch. Load it back in the box, take it back to the store. They say they’ll send it out for repairs and call us in two weeks. It was really cheap, so I figure it’s worth the hassle.
We go back in three weeks and it’s not there. Not the microwave – the store! The store had moved to a new location during this time. We drive to the new location, and they’re in the middle of a grand opening frenzy. We go to the service desk to at least get a timeline on when we’ll get the microwave. A passing manager (who turned out to be from another store and was only helping out for the grand opening) heard our story and declared it unbelievable. He pulled the display model off the shelf and gave it to us. Said he’d clear it up with the repair department.
You can see where this is going, right? Yep, a week later I get a message saying the microwave is fixed – come pick it up. I call back and explain that we already had the microwave. Ohhhh, okay… Repeat once a week for six weeks. I finally went down and picked up the microwave to get them to quit calling me. 
Now my folks have the exact same microwave that I do. They don’t have to spend twenty minutes figuring out how to heat up a muffin when they come to visit.
I had to post this link for video of a Kakapo mating.
This is not what you’d expect.:eek:
I received an overpayment from a stock purchase plan. I tried to force them to take the money back. The company wouldn’t so I got them to give me a signed statement that said it was mine. $1,800 went to my house down payment fund.
Once around the holidays, I got easily $200 worth of choice beef, including a substantial quantity of fillet Mignon. I called the company and informed them I never ordered any beef, they confirmed they’d delivered to the wrong address and told me it was mine to keep.
Merry Christmas to me!
Lucky. The only thing like that I’d get is a misdirected package of circus peanuts.
About the most I’ve ever seen in the way of ill-gotten gains has been a few extra coins in change from vending machines.
Oh yeah, Dell once told me not to bother returning a power cord they sent me that was for a different model computer. Right, I still cherish that free $15 cable that doesn’t actually fit any device I have, you bet.
Some years ago, I was a bit hard up and was doing the shopping towards Christmas time. As I was loading stuff into the car I noticed the shopping trolley beside me had a package left in it.
It was top quality ham. Still cold.
I took it home - wondering if it was safe to eat. So I gave a piece to the cat. He loved it so I ate a huge piece.
Then the cat vomited all over the floor. I thought “I am going to die”.
I do not take anything from shopping trollies any more.
A pilot friend of mine tells this story:
A few years ago he bought a new Maule (single-engine prop plane). They hadn’t been selling especially well, and the price had been reduced from $115k to $89k.
He then got in an argument with his insurance company: he wanted insurance based on what he’d paid; they insisted that he insure (and pay premiums) based on the published list price. The discussion got rather heated, but they wouldn’t budge and he finally gave in.
4 months later, on a routine excursion to the airport, he found that his hangar had a new padlock. When he inquired of the airport Manager why it had been changed, he was told it hadn’t. They cut off the new padlock and found an empty hangar - the plane had been stolen (probably for drug smuggling - this was in San Antonio, and the Maule is good for short & primitive airstrips).
That afternoon he called the insurance company: “You remember my Maule, that I wanted to insure for $89k, but for which you insisted the value had to be $115k? …”
Xema- I loved that. Beats my cat chundering ham.
I picked up what I thought was a folded over $10.00 bill from the floor of a grocery store. When I got to my car, I realized that it wasn’t a $10.00 bill. It was a $100.00 bill and there were two of them, folded together. It was just before Christmas; I had been laid off and my extended benefits would be exhausted the following week. I don’t know how I would have located the owner, but I didn’t even try. I just kept the $200.00 and I’ve felt guilty about it ever since.
Another time, I picked up a money clip with $80.00 in it from the floor of a car wash; I was the only person there and no one came looking, so I kept it.
This happened many years ago - I went to get cash out of my local ATM late at night. I put my card in and the machine made a grinding noise, but no cash came out. There was another guy behind me in line who saw this and said “I really, really need to get money out now, and there is no other machine in the neighbourhood. I’ll chance it”.
So he put his card in and pushed the buttons to take out $20 (the minimum). Again, the machine made a horrible grinding noise - but this time, the edge of a bill poked out. The two of us carefully tugged on it, and carefully extracted it; as we did, a bunch of other bills, all crumpled up, poked out. We extracted those, which in return revealed other bills, and so on.
By the end, we had extracted $800 in bills. I guess what had happened is that there was a “bill jam” in the machine, and people kept trying to get money out … anyway, I suppose we ought to have given that money back to the bank after taking what was ours, but we just split it.
Some young punk got hold of my credit card number and on my monthly bill were charges for young punk necessities like a videogame and charges to iTunes. I immediately called the credit card company, told them of the fraudulent charges and got a new credit card. (I didn’t have to pay for the things I did not order.) Then in the mail arrived a starter kit of Proactive zit remedy the punk ordered, which came to my address. Reported this, also, to the credit people. I called Proactive and after some discussion we mutually decided it would be more of a hassle to try to return it, and I should keep the package and give it to someone who could use it. So I did.
I once used an ATM (not at my bank) to withdraw a bit over $1000. It didn’t give me any cash, but did deduct the amount from my account. My bank issued a credit immediately pending an investigation. A few months later the bank that owned the ATM sent the amount to me as well.
Despite several conversations about it with my bank, they never took the money back from my account.
I once checked in with my online bank and discovered that my account held several trillion dollars. I was pretty sure it was an error, and I was obligated to return it. Instead I waited and hoped nobody would notice until it was all spent. But two days later it was gone.
A few years ago, I was at the supermarket, and I bought two cases of soda, and put them on the bottom shelf of my shopping cart. When I went to the checkout, I told the cashier they were there, so she could come around and scan them without me having to put them up on the conveyor belt. Then I got busy bagging groceries, not paying much attention to the cashier, who was still scanning my stuff.
Upon arriving home, and checking the receipt (I always like to see how much I saved in coupons and sales), I noticed I was not charged for the sodas. I called the store, explained the situation, and the guy I talked to said “Just pay for them next time you come in”. It wasn’t my regular grocery store, so I wasn’t back that way for a couple more weeks. By the next time I drove by the place, they were out of business.
Another time, my nephew and I were standing in a long line at an amusement park, and we both look down at the same time and notice a $20 bill on the ground. We realized it would be fruitless to try to find the person who lost it, and a joke to turn it in to security, so we decided to buy our lunch with it. 
Good timing on this thread. I just recently found an iPod.
I put ads on Craigslist and the University’s lost and found page. I haven’t had any responses from an owner.
I looked up the name on the iPod to see if that person is in the U’s system, can’t find him. I white paged him and no one with that name lost an iPod.
My husband says we should keep it, I’m starting to think we should.