4.11.2005
My wife accidentally left her checkcard at the gas station last week. She called them up and they said they had it, she just had to stop by and pick it up. Sure, that's a lot easier than cancelling the card and waiting a few weeks for a new one (we already went through that a couple of months ago).
So my wife went to pick it up (the gas station is nowhere near our house, but close to her work, but still out of the way) but they didn't have it. Uh oh. She called me up and I looked at our account online, and there were two charges from the gas station made since she left the card: for $9.35 and $4.12. Wtf? Dumbass cashier probably thought we wouldn't notice. Imagine losing your job for thirteen dollars. We're probably gonna press charges as well, because we are vindictive sumbitches. And we had to cancel the card and challenge the two charges. Dumbass.
So my wife went to pick it up (the gas station is nowhere near our house, but close to her work, but still out of the way) but they didn't have it. Uh oh. She called me up and I looked at our account online, and there were two charges from the gas station made since she left the card: for $9.35 and $4.12. Wtf? Dumbass cashier probably thought we wouldn't notice. Imagine losing your job for thirteen dollars. We're probably gonna press charges as well, because we are vindictive sumbitches. And we had to cancel the card and challenge the two charges. Dumbass.
Not twenty miles from me at this moment they are unfolding a gigantic 2004 World Series Champions pennant off of the Green Monster in Fenway Park. While tacky and disgusting in a way only Bostoners can appreciate, I am kind of happy these damn Red Sox fans can feel the same feelings that Florida Marlins fans have felt twice in the past eight years.
Go Yanks!
Go Yanks!
