This post features our first-ever three-way Einstein Award for your possible amusement. Read on.
Einstein #1. Here’s a new twist. With AT&T U-Verse service our big-screen plasma TV conveniently turns into a gigantic caller ID whenever the phone rings. Yesterday afternoon it rang during the Cowboys game and “Scam Caller” was the name that popped up. Sam and I officially want to thank AT&T for their accurate identification. We didn’t pick up the phone and the Einstein who called us didn’t leave a message.
Einstein #2. When we bought our furniture yesterday at Haverty’s we had an opportunity to squeeze out of two potential scam add-on charges. The first was their Guardsman Protection Plan for $299.95 that treats your new upholstered furniture with a secret formula and protects it from paint, crayons, marker, gum, mud, bleach, pet pee-pee, Cheez Whiz, glue, eyeliner, nail polish and strained beets — all the evil stains that two senior citizens like us might experience watching an old William Powell movie. After we politely declined, our sales associate turned into an instant Einstein when she said, “If you don’t want the Guardsman Plan you might want to buy a can of the same spray that we use for $9.99.”
As an addendum to the previous paragraph, the second scam was Haverty’s $169.95 delivery charge. I’m sorry, but when you spend more than three grand on furniture from a store that’s five minutes from home Sam and I think delivery should be FREE. Apparently Haverty’s has a different slant on this, however, because the more you spend, the more they charge you. Sam flipped out and announced that we’d cancel the order unless they dropped our delivery charge to $50. He won.
Einstein #3. One final Einstein story. Just in case Fried Butter, Chicken-Fried Bacon and Deep-Fried Bubble Gum isn’t enough to implode your arteries, this year there’s a new food vendor at the Texas State Fair named Phuong Le who’s planning to sell Deep-Fried CHICKEN SKIN. You know, the slimy, fat-coated poison that normal people throw in the garbage because it can KILL you. Colonel Sanders is barfing in his grave.
I think it’s time for a very late lunch because my stomach is making noise. On the other hand, maybe it’s just reacting to the concept of Deep-Fried Chicken Skin. Thank you for reading this.
Monday, September 19, 2011
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