Hello Surf Reporters! I don’t have the energy or the focus to come up with a quality, polished article today, so I’m just going to flip through my notebook and see what happens. Just remember, though… you guys wanted more updates. If this thing goes circling down the ol’ poop-catcher, I will not be held responsible. I hereby wash my hands of the whole situation.
I was in Sheetz this afternoon and saw some nerd, who was built like the Dancing Bear on the old Captain Kangaroo program, swigging a giant blue drink with a dome lid on top. And I’m sorry, but I just can’t respect a man who drinks beverages with a dome lid. Am I wrong about this?
The only possible time I might have gone-dome, is with a Blizzard at Dairy Queen. I’m not sure about it, though. It feels mildly domey to me, but I also believe Blizzards are usually served without a lid. I’m getting mixed signals on that one. But I certainly don’t order limp-wristed coffee things, with whipped cream on top. And I don’t get ludicrous blue or neon-red novelty beverages that are piled-up higher than the lip.
What’s your stance on domes? I’m not a fan, and instantly change my opinion of people I see engaging one. Am I being too harsh with the domers? Please set me straight in the comments.
Last night at work I saw a woman buying an orange soda, and told her to be careful. “Those things are like Ex-Lax,” I said. And she answered, “I know Sunkist makes you crap, but this isn’t Sunkist.” And I was plunged into a state of confusion.
Sunkist makes YOU crap? Was she talking about me, specifically, or the more general you? If she was talking about me, then how does she know? It’s true, of course: Sunkist does make me crap. But I’ve never spoken about it at work; I’m almost certain. Does she read the website?? Are all my poop secrets more widely known than previously believed?
But if she was saying that Sunkist triggers the insta-shits, and everybody knows this… Well, that’s interesting. For a long time I’ve felt like one of the few people who knows that particular truth.
In any case, I steer clear of all orange and grape-flavored sodas, because they make my ass go off like Peter Brady’s volcano model. Pass the beer nuts.
Sometime during the past few weeks I wrote in my notebook: foods you can no longer stomach, because of a bad experience. However… I can’t really think of any. At least not unless I expand “food” to include Long Island Iced Tea. And that’s cheating.
Toney had a very bad experience with shrimp, when we lived in California, and wouldn’t eat them for years. But she’s been back on the crustacean train for a long time. It only lasted for five years or so, and then it became worthy of a gamble again.
There’s an old Utopia album that I listened to, over and over, when I had the flu in high school. And even now, I get a queasy feeling when I play it. But, I can’t really think of any foods that do it to me. What about you? Have you had such a bad experience with something, it’s permanently ruined? If so, we’ll need to know about it. Also, non-food things, like my Utopia record…. Please use the comments section below.
And here’s something I’m surprised I haven’t covered yet: the overly aggressive DirecTV salesmen at Sam’s Club. Maybe it’s just at our Sam’s, but I doubt it. They have DirecTV guys wandering around the television section, who badger the living shit out of everyone.
I won’t even walk through there anymore, because it aggravates me right up to the cusp of a cerebral hemorrhage. They have their pre-programmed sales pitches, and will NOT take no for an answer. They keep on and on, until you have no choice but to be rude to them. And I don’t need that. I don’t need to have additional confrontations in my life.
They’re like car salesmen, or carnival barkers, or something. And they’ve been trained to knock down every “not interested,” and associated answers. We’re in the market for a new 40-inch (or so) TV, and would like to check out the Sam’s selection. But I won’t do it. I’m afraid I’ll stroke out, start throwing haymakers, or be pushed into something else that won’t do me any good.
FYI – Six months ago my feelings on DirecTV were neutral. I wasn’t overly interested, but the door was open; there was a small possibility I could be convinced. But now? I’d rather insert my penis into an oscillating fan. They’ll never get a penny out of me. Never! I hope all their satellites go cartwheeling into the Indian Ocean.
We’ve probably done this before, but please bring us up to date on the companies you’ll never do business with again. My parents have been boycotting Best Buy for 20 years, because of a single condescending laminate-wearing prick in Charlotte, NC. Heh. What about you? Please tell us all about it.
And I’m going to stop right here. There’s more in the notebook, but I’m out of gas.
Have a great weekend, my friends!
I’ll see you again on Monday.
Now playing in the bunker
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The Qweezy Mark says
My Sugar Walls.
Joe T. says
Your sugar walls are full of shit!
The Qweezy Mark says
The Qweezy Mark says
BTW, I’ve had a Panasonic Viera 42″ LED 1080/120 Smart TV (smarter than me, anyway) for a couple of months now and absolutely love it.
Bad experience with food? Horseradish Sauce
Not a suitable condiment for a 2 year old.
SCARRED FOR LIFE absolute BLEECH!
I owned a 1994 GMC Sonoma that was such a piece of crap that I vowed I would never own another GM product. So far so good.
Mayonaise. The devil’s ejaculate. Need I say more? I was in Saam’s club yestaerday with my adult daughter and again today with my wife. I guess i give off a don’t-even-think-about-it vibe of some kind, because the Direct TV and cell phone salespeople seem to steer clear of me. I quit doing business with bank of America years ago, due to a combination of a completely asshholish female branch president and their generally fucked up business practices. Then when Countrywide went tits up, my mortgage ended up with them. If I knew I’d get another lender, I’d refi just to get away from BofA, but these days i’d probably end up right back there enyway, and I ain’t got the cash to just pay off the house.
This is what you do when some one tries the cold sale.
Jerk: “Hey, do you mind if I tell/talk about/show you something?
You: “Sure. Start with your balls/tits and you can tell/talk about/show me anything.
I love that one. Unfortunately most of these sales droids are male around here and I don’t want to see no balls.
I prefer to demand money.
You: “Hey, my time is money, if you want to talk to me you will need to pay $80 up frront
You (interrupt): “80 dollars or else shut up/go away”
You (interrupt):”Eighty Dollars” (hold out hand).
They usually bail.
Swami Bologna says
1. For all you foreigners and those too young to have either experienced the Bradys first-hand or via endless re-runs, here ya go: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4KMk6T5mQU
2. Jeff, I’m surprised a fellow Replacements fan would willingly admit to listening to a Utopia album “over and over.” Early Todd Rundgren solo, I could perhaps understand. But Utopia????
Awww… Marcia’s first facial
And not her last facial either. Read her autobiography. What a pincushion.
KFC. I had to do an inspection for fire safety at one store and the kitchen made me gag. I remember thinking that this is around the forth or fifth circle of hell and made a mental note to NEVER EVER, EVER eat KFC again. In the news a few months later, a girl and her family took KFC to court because she got food poisoning so bad that she is now basically a vegetable. Full body shivers……
Holy shit. I wondered why they quit making those! I actually liked those too…
Food – Cashews. I was on the Adkins diet several years ago and discovered cashews. Loved them, ate them all the time. Then I got the stomach flu and forever mentally associated it with the cashews.
Store – H.H. Gregg. Not sure if it’s just a regional place or what, but it’s like a Best Buy except with salespeople out of a furniture store. They’re all waiting for you by the front door and descend upon you like fire ants. All I wanted was a card reader for my camera and I had a guy grab me, find me one and walk me all the way to the checkout. I’ll never go in there again.
H.H. Gregg is actually the same management who ran the late Circuit City, so no surprise at the virtual white shoes. If I need a card reader (or something) today, I will go to Micro Center or maybe Best Buy. If it can wait, newegg.com. If I ever buy a BATV, I will go through my employer and get it at dealer cost.
I was on the Chet Atkins diet for a while, but it screwed up my colon something awful. No more.
The HH Gregg business model has got to be based on luring in the least informed consumers. I definitely get the desperate Circuit City vibe there. The stupid name of the store is enough not to ever set foot in there again. micro center fucking rules! Especially since they stopped plastering their commission stickers on everything I so much as glanced at. I enjoyed peeling them off and sticking them on the soda case at the checkout.
Just Great! H. H. Gregg just had their grand opening in my town today!
HHG is of the devil. Just saying.
WB in OH says
Fear not Greg, the HH Gregg nearest me is not bad at all. I’ve only made a couple of purchases there but I never felt like I was getting strong armed. And no, I don’t work for or own any stock in HH Gregg.
When the DirecTV people try to stop me at Sam’s I just tell them I’ve already got it & love it. That lie has ended the conversation every time so far.
I got a chocolate shake at the McDonald’s drive through today, which here in Indiana are presented to the customer with whipped cream under a plastic dome. Do I have to be worried about any sudden changes in my sexual preference?
And a few nice Jeff-isms today, including the penis-in-the-fan bit and the satellites “cartwheeling” into the Indian Ocean. Thanks for the laughs.
German Potato Salad – when I was 14 I got food poisoning and up came the German Potato Salad looking and smelling just like when it went down.
I shudder now just thinking about it
The dome lid is, like ankle socks, the opposite of manly. But whatever. As for food, at this time I have only likes and dislikes – no Special Nemesis Foods.
I boycotted Exxon for quite a few years after Captain Hazelwood’s DUI, but practical reality reared its ugly head and I no longer care about that. I still won’t shop at Wal*Mart or the affiliated Club of Sam, being a snob and all. Costco and Target are good enough for me.
Cold sale, I act like I can’t hear them. Walk away. No Ingles.
Food: McDonald’s. With the exception of my one annual McRib. I feel dirty and greasy after anything I’ve ever eaten there.
Store: 7-11. Their stores are just depressing, no matter how new they are. Everything looks yellowed and it’s too goddamn bright. Those greasy steel rollers with the “food” on them seal the deal. Seriously, how hungry would you have to be to have a 7-11 clerk prepare your meal for you?
I will not buy a quart of Windshield Wiper Fluid (or anything else) from a PEP BOYS if they were the only auto parts store in a 50 mile radius. They attempted to cheat me more than 15 years ago–so I tell everyone this story….
Yeah, I have a list a mile long of businesses I don’t do business with for one reason or another. I’m a HUGE pain in the ass on that front, but, since they’re all in the US, I don’t shop in them anyway now.
Sweet potatoes. Can’t even stand the smell of them cooking – makes me dry heave. Got sick on them as a kid (at the dinner table, no less). Ruined me for life.
Happy Friday, Surfers! Mine won’t be – we’re going to Ikea in Florence. Just like Ikea in the US but with Italian profanity. Good times.
Weird food things – mashed potatos for 5 or 6 years. Not sure why but the thought or sight of them during that time almost made me physically ill. Liked them before that, like them now. Never got sick on them so I’m not sure what happened.
Stores that can enthusiastically kiss my fat white ass – Sears. About 15 years ago I bought a TV from them. Had a problem after a while so called them for service. Soonest appointment was in two weeks but I didn’t have any other options so I said okay. Waited 14 days and the morning they were supposed to come out (a Friday) they called to say their serviceman was sick and had to reschedule his appointments for the day. I’m unhappy but still feeling civil so I say okay, things happen, Monday (or preferably Saturday) will be fine. At that point I’m informed that no, it will be another TWO WEEKS. WTF?!?!?! This condescending clueless bitch then proceeds to inform me that his schedule on Monday is full so there’s no possible way he could do it Monday, those people have made appointments and they can’t be rescheduled. I remind her that I too made an appointment 14 days ago but she is having no problem rescheduling mine. She says yes, but he’s sick today so it’s different. I then spend the next 15 minutes profanely explaining to her why she sucks at her job and why this is the worst customer service I have ever had and why I will never for any reason buy anything from Sears again. To her credit, she did sit and listen to my whole rant but I still will never shop there again. Raises my blood pressure just thinking about it, dammit.
For some reason the McDonald’s Big Mac always gives me a stomachache . That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped eating them but it has slowed me down. Three bean salad for me is the devil’s side dish I cannot even put that stuff on my plate.
Yeah, the DirecTV guys are here in St. Louis Sams’ also. The guy looked like he was ready to pounce on us like a rabid dog, but I told him we already have them and he backed off waiting for his next victim.
Root 66 says
Hold on a second…”Icees”, “Slurpees” and the like come with domed lids. I find nothing unmanly about drinking a frozen, icy drink, especially since it’s been roughly 350 degrees every day here in the Buckeye state. If you want to take this Icee out of my hand, you’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers!
On the other hand, drinks that have domed lids for the sole purpose of festooning the top of the drink with whipped cream, nuts, cherries or whatever borderlines on girliness, for sure!
Oh, and products never to be bought again–any Ford vehicle! Owned one and that’s all it took!!
Phillip Houston says
My sick album was Montrose – Paper Money. I also was suffering from the flu like you Jeff and I still can’t listen to that album. Thank God it wasn’t their first album cause it rawks!!
BTW, I miss the old strawberry sodas! You remember those?
I saw Chickenfoot about a month ago and they played “Rock Candy” in honor of Ronnie. Damn that album rocked. Oh yeah,there was that whole Joe Satriani thing too.
About 10 or 12 years ago a friend and I went to a local pub in Ypsilanti, Mi where we live. It was the middle of the day and I remember being the only ones there except the cook and bartender. The special was “Jogies.” The cook explained they were a cross between sloppy joe and hogies. A dollar each. We bought a couple each. Drank a few beers and went on our separate ways. I start to feel really bad. Spend all evening in the bathroom with fluids coming out of every orifice. Friend calls me the next day saying he did the same and wants to burn the bar down. Turns out the special the day before was sloppy joes. Probably left the pot on the stove cold all night before serving the listeria batch to us. Could never go back there even for a beer. Was closed for the last two or three years and went through a big renovation and now is touted in the papers as a great bbq place to check out. I still can’t even walk on that side of the street without retching. Yesterday I was walking by (across the street) and could see people sitting out in front of the new restaurant. I pitied them for some reason. And I know the renovation didn’t take long enough to get the decades of filth out of there.
I actually do have Directv and just lost 26 of our favorite channels because they are in a war with Viacom, it sucks. I’m pissed but locked into a 2 year contract. Beware because those Directv salesmen also lurk around Best Buy too. Nothing wrong with domed drinks, I think you’re overreacting. Slurpees are the best! The one thing I can never drink again is Hawiian Punch, years ago I mixed that with cheap vodka and ended up sick as a dog in a jail cell overnight. Needless to say, just looking at it makes me sick. I once boycotted Arby’s for about 5 years due to horrible food poisoning.
Bill in WV says
I told DTV to go screw themselves 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. They tried to pull htat 2 year penalty crap with me, said I would have to pay a $360 disconnect fee, although I had been with them for over 5 years. Apparently, any time you order a new service or piece of equipment from them, it starts the 2 year clock over again. I told them that they could cut every tree down on this planet to make paper in order to send me collection notices, they weren’t getting shit out of me. They kept it up for about a year and finally said fuggit.
Hey Theresa!! ” I’m pissed but locked into a 2 year contract. …”
Pretty sure when you signed the contract you were getting those 25 channels!!! Pretty sure Direct TV broke the contract before you did!!
I would call and have that ammo ready to get out of the “contract”
HOPE THIS HELPS! (feel bad for Dtv people)
Discover Card. 16 years ago I moved and somehow Discover Card didn’t get my forwarding address – probably because I didn’t use it that much. But when I moved, I somehow had a $30 or so balance on the card. By the time they “tracked me down” (you should have heard the guy on the phone when he “finally” found me; you’d have thought he just bagged John Dillinger) a lousy 9 months later, they had tacked on NINETY DOLLARS in interest and late fees.
Never again, assholes. NEVER. I still get offers from them. I’ll take the card again when they pay me interest and penalties on the $90 they extorted from me. I think they owe me about a grand by now; maybe more. Fuckheads.
Bill in WV says
Yep, unless you pay off your Discover Card bill every month, you are gonna get it jammed in hard and on a slant. I’ll never deal with that shit-sack bunch again.
Red Roof Inn. I had to cancel a reservation due to a Nor’Easter that knocked out power lines and left an obstacle course of down trees and limbs. Since I didn’t call 48 hours prior, the fuckers charged me for the room anyway. I fought it with AMEX but ended up losing. Still pisses me off.
I can’t eat too much shell fish anymore. I can break out in hives and it’s just not worth it.
This past Sunday, my friend and I stopped in to Checkers (we only have a handful in NY) where I proceeded to whale down a Big Buford and fries. We had an hour plus trip back home and 20 minutes into it, I started breaking out in a sweat praying my ass cheeks wouldn’t flap open with an uncontrollable spray. WHen we got stuck in traffic, I thin I honestly started saying an Act of Contrition. Lesson learned: Only eat fast food while near your own toilet.
Phil Jett says
Come on people. Grow a pair and get in these guys faces, tell them to back the fuck out of your space or you will jack them.
Someone in your neighborhood has to be man enough to teach these in your face fucks that it is unacceptable to act like that.
Polenta…My Mom made that stuff once. Once!. And she’s Italian. !00% Italian. She either didn’t know what she was doing or that stuff really does suck. I remember it to this day probably over fifty years ago. How can such simple ingredients suck so bad? Haven’t had it since but am tempted. Boiled corn meal and then she baked it or fried it or whatever. Fucking yum!. But I love grits. Go Figure.
At first I felt sorry for the in store pushers. That job has got to suck. But I then realized there’s a certain type of person that seems to be cut out for that sort of gig. I just say, “No thanks man”, and keep walking.
I’ve never had a dome drink. However I have had and enjoy a beverage with those little parasols in them. Blue, yellow, red, pink, multicolored…I have a whole collection.
I would never buy a KIA vehicle. They all seem to have transmission issues and my Sorento was no different. Two tranny’s in one month. The first time, it took those assholes 10 days to do it and cost me $500 in rental car fee’s. Lo and behold, 2 weeks later, I lose the tranny in rush hour traffic in downtown PGH. I was fuming. I couldn’t go over 10 mph. People were fucking dicks.
My boyfriend came to get me and drove it right back to their garage that day and went ape shit. Told them THEY would be paying for my rental. They did. But it only took them 2 days to put in the 2nd transmission this time. And they were total asswipes about the whole thing. Like I put sawdust in it or something. Fuck them.
Bananas. Can’t eat them. Can’t smell them. But love banana popsicles. Go figure
Miss Q says
I am the opposite of you on the bananas, bikerchick. Bananas themselves, I can eat, no problem. But bananas IN something? No friggin’ way. No banana pudding, stawberry-banana yogurt is out, etc., etc.
They have these asiago chicken sausages (I know, blasphemy) at Sam’s Club that give me the absolute worst gas. I swear it gets to the point I feel like I could lift off in a hot air balloon if you lit a match behind my ass.
I bought a shirt from the online store for Rock on the Range here in Columbus a couple years ago when the concert started… never again. Called like four times but it didn’t help. Contracted a bad case of the “fuck-it’s” and moved on with my life. From now on I’ll just buy the knock-off shirts from the pan handlers.
WB in OH says
I’ve boycott a chinese buffet here in the town I work in. It used to be a regular stop untill they called us to do a service call. Had to fix something in the kitchen. Walked into the kitchen a it was the filthiest thing you’d ever laid eyes on, raw chicken just laying around on countertops, greasy grimy floor…just awful. I’ll never go back there and thankfully they don’t call us for service work anymore.
WB in OH says
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DH and I both like the Starbuck’s blended cream drinks, which do feature domes. No effect on his masculinity (VBG).
Never do business with again: Wells Fargo (branch staff were terrific, corporate felt like I was dealing with a cross between Sybil and Charles Manson) and Tracfone (six calls in three days to get voicemail working, with “techs” who don’t understand English contradicting each other and the evidence of my own eyes/ears, is NOT acceptable customer service) make that list for me.
Food aversion: went through a large percentage of childhood/adolescence unable to stomach caramel corn after I coincidentally became ill shortly after eating it (I was sick for a couple of days, ISTR probably the flu), but I’m fine with it now.
Note to my fellow “no contract cell phone” types: Straight Talk IS Tracfone.
Miss Q says
These are my kind of questions!
Places I’ll never do business with again, ever: JCPenney and Wal-Mart. Penney’s pissed me off in 1991 – that’s right, I said 1991! – and they haven’t received a dime from me since. Wal-Mart was a few years later, around 1997. I asked a cashier for change for a dollar so I could make a phone call (no cell phone back then- I was po’). She told me she would NOT give me change unless I bought something. So I grabbed a pack of Tylenol from the rack, bought it, then stood right there and returned it to the same fat bitch who made me buy it in the first place. And I’ve never darkened the door of any other WalMart since. Never will.
I refer to WalMart as “Satan’s Playground”.
Miss Q says
As for food that makes me sick: tapioca pudding and cream soda.
There was a Grant’s department store down the road from us when I was a kid, around 9 or 10 years old. My mother let my brother and me walk down there and eat at the lunch counter from time to time. One day, I got tapioca pudding. And threw it all up about an hour later. If you once puke up those little balls you will never touch it again either, I guarantee.
The cream soda is because of my grandmother. She always had cream soda at her house, never any GOOD soda. One time, I drank it when I was sick, probably some sort of stomach flu, because I really, really wanted something cold and bubbly. It didn’t stay down long. Just the faint whiff of that stuff to this day makes my stomach roil, I was maybe 7 when that happened. And diet Coke smells suspiciously like cream soda to me, so it’s rare that I can drink one.
Thank Jesus that all you have to bitch about is domed drink dickheads.
Here in Vegas we have shitfaced tourists projectile vomiting various rainbow colored beverages that they drink from 3 foot long plastic glasses with neck straps because they have lost the finer motors skills of their flabby bodies.
I must admit the various colors of the vomit does add a festive air.
I got sick as a kid (maybe 30 years ago) after eating pistachio pudding and I haven’t had it since.
I got sick as a teen after drinking Tequila and I haven’t even been able to smell it since, much less drink it.
I don’t have an opinion on domed lids. I’ve never really noticed them one way or the other.
I go to Costco rather than Sam’s (just closer to me and easier). And while there aren’t any DirectTV barkers there is a guy that hawks AC units on your way out. We’re talking whole home units, not the kind that stick out of the window. He’s super aggressive with it and I always dread walking past him to leave. I always wonder, “Who the fuck buys an AC unit on their way out? A snicker’s bar I can understand, but an AC unit?”
I stopped going to the ultra vagina-friendly Home Depot a while back. It’s like their trying to cater to women too much. Fine, I guess, but it seem stupid to me that they’ve replaced whole isles of tools with drapes and crap like that. No thanks.
We had a bad run in with Ramada Inn’s while in Florida about 12 years ago and we refuse to fuck with them in any form or fashion now. I’d rather sleep in the car than in a damn Ramada.
Ah yes – I’d forgotten about forbidden hotel chains. Mine would be “Daze” Inn. Stayed in a shithole of one in Gainesville, Florida over 20 years ago. It was a big room with a living area and a kitchen area. And a mouse on patrol every night, lights on or lights off. Fuck that. And fuck Days Inn forever and ever.
I will no longer buy Bullseye BBQ sauce. I liked it a lot and the best part was it was made with molasses. Now the molasses is gone and the first ingredient listed is high fructose corn syrup. It did have regular sugar in it but now they have crossed the line with me. I bought the last four bottles of the “old recipe” I could find here. I’m gonna start messing around and make my own. I have to regain some type of control over my life. They can’t do this to me. Bastards!
The Qweezy Mark says
Molasses……………………as in, “these two broads covered me in molasses……..”
Mmmm, molasses. http://www.damninteresting.com/the-great-molasses-flood-of-1919/
The Qweezy Mark says
Have to remember that next time there’s a muffled roar from my molasses tank!
Black dresses that are strapless
Girls in black glasses
Every time one of those Direct TV guys starts talking, I just put my hand up to stop him and say “I haven’t watched TV in (now) 8 years”. *crickets* …Blank stare…slack jawed…They don’t know WHAT to say to THAT one. And yes, it’s true. I’m not missing a thing. (Except a hefty cable bill).
Tracy in OH says
I swore off boiled eggs for 20 years or so. I ate all of the boiled eggs I had colored one year for Easter and promptly threw them up that night. Not sure if egg overload or the flu but couldn’t stand them for a while.
The first (and last!) time I drank Gatorade was on vacation in ’88. We stopped at a McDonald’s for lunch and then headed into NYC. I started in throwing up when we got into town. My aunt tried to be helpful by giving me Gatorade but it was coming up as fast as I could drink it. Worst part of it was we were in a mini-van my parents had rented and my poor cousins were sitting next to me the entire time. My dad was convinced it was car sickness so he felt there was no need to go back to my aunt and uncles house since we were already in the city. I refuse to drink it or Powerade. I would rather dehydrate.
I refuse to eat at several local restaurants because of shitty service and food
One of the Walmarts near by has a Direct TV guy in there. I had 4 of the kids with me grocery shopping and he starts in with his sales pitch. I gave him a death stare and kept going. If I wanted Direct TV I am sure as hell not going to buy it in the middle of Walmart. People selling things in the middle of stores where they don’t belong reminds me of a door to door salesman. Who the hell buys something from some ass that just shows up at your door unannounced? If I wanted to buy your crap I would call you or look you up on the internet. What is this 1980?
If you choose to do business with a company that, like Wal-Mart, treats its employees like cattle, you’re bound to encounter some troublesome mooing.
Costco has a reputation for treating its employees well; I think that’s generally reflected in the attitudes of those employees when I ask for help.
I don’t shop at Wal-Mart. Never have, never will. It’s fine with me if you do, but expecting anything other than Soviet-like service is unrealistic.
I’ve never had an issue with a Wal-Mart employee. Returned a watch once, they were out of my replacement and swapped me straight across for a neater one that cost $18 more. Kid went out of his way once to go in the back and look for a certain bicycle horn (don’t ask) I wanted that wasn’t out. He found it and tracked me down while I was still there and brought it to me. Even had a lady go out of her way to help me find a particular squirt gun I was after. I’ve got more stories like that and I can’t be the only one. They seem to be decent folks just trying to make a buck. Collage kid, two job Mom, retired dude who can’t stand being with his wife all day and just maybe people who can’t do anything else. Yeah…I know a bit about ‘conditions’ and questionable policy and products…but it has become a dragon that we feed and return feeds a lot of people. I don’t begrudge anyone…unless they’re a total asshole and then I them to go fuck yourself!
***I’ve been re-watching season one of Deadwood lately and find myself saying ‘cocksucker’ a lot.
Glad to hear you’ve had good experiences there. I would never want to piss on Wal-Mart employees. I’m sure they do the best they can. I just don’t much care for the company they work for. And I’m kind of a serious “buy American” guy. I just bought two pairs of shoes: a pair of New Balance 1540s, made in the USA and a pair of Keens, made in Oregon, which is technically in the USA. Not sure I could have done that at the Mart.
But if youi’re OK with the merch and OK with the service, it makes sense for you to shop there. Global free enterprise.
Sorry, I should have called them New Balance 1540 cocksuckers to be polite. Consider it done.
I buy ‘Made in USA’ whenever I can. My Wranglers are made in Mexico, my Hanes…Honduras. regardless where I buy them. Wal-Mart is a grind joint corporate wise. People seem to be happy when they get the job and happy when they leave.
The purpose of a business is to provide good jobs, don’t you know? This model has worked wonderfully in the automotive industry and in the public schools.
I’m sure this sounds more humane in the original German.
Peas. The sight or smell of peas makes me wretch up. Blech!
I got fired from my job at Vlasic for sticking my dick in the pickle slicer.
She got fired too.
My wife had a bad experience with shrimp also. She got an infection and had hand surgery due to getting a poke in a finger. That has not caused her to stop eating shrimp though, in fact, the revenge factor has caused her to want to eat mroe shrimp!