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Posted: **Sun Jun 30, 2024 10:06 pm**

cranky wrote: ↑Sun Jun 30, 2024 8:53 pm OK, I guess it's time to tell another 100% true story...

As I said a few days ago, one of the few good things to come out of Covid is the ability to order stuff online and pick it up in the store or better yet they bring it out to your car. This is both convenient and with Mrs Cranky's arthritis and other health issues, sometimes necessary.

There is one store Mrs Cranky frequents that they know us on sight. You know..."Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name..." Well for Mrs Cranky this is one of those places. But sometimes she isn't up to going in and picking up the order so I go in and get it, no big deal right?

Well, recently when I went in to pick up the order the girl at the counter got snotty with me and told me I will no longer be allowed to pick up orders that are in her name, they will have to be in mine even though the order is made online, it's paid for when you pick it up and as long as you know the name on the order it really doesn't matter who is picking it up, but I tell them "fine", no problem.

Well, not long after Mrs Cranky placed an order and we stopped by to pick it up but she was having a bad day and wasn't walking so good, so I told her I would go in and pick it up.

She said "You can't...it's in my name."

I said "Watch me" and got out of the car and went in to pick up her order.

Like I said Everybody in the place knows Mrs Cranky and because of this they recognize me, so with anybody but this one girl it wouldn't be a problem...but of course as it turns out the girl working the online order counter was the problem one

So, I walk up to the counter the girl asked what name the order was in and I told her "Karen"...because of course that's Mrs Cranky's name...I mean, why wouldn't it be, right

Anyway...then the girl gets all snotty with me and hollers "I told you you have to order it in your name!"

I told her "Karen is my name!"

She said "No, it's not, Your Cranky, Karen's husband!"

I said, "well if you know that then you know it's for us and whats the problem?"

She said, "Because I told you you have to order it in your name!"

I responded,"Well Karen is my name!"

She said "No it's not it's Cranky!"

I said "Do I look like a man to you?"

In the video I made I show my face, which of course I can't do here but I have a full beard and hair bordering on a mullet, short in the front, long in the back, usually tied in the back and kept down my shirt. I don't resemble a woman in any way But that doesn't matter these days, does it?

She said "Ummm, yes...you look like a man?"

So I took my hair out of the tie, shook it and said "How bout now?"

She said "Yes, you still look like a man"

That's when I went into full blown Karen mode. I shouted so everyone in the place could hear me, "HOW DARE YOU...HOW DARE YOU MISGENDER ME!!! I WANT TO SEE YOU MANAGER RIGHT NOW!!!"

Normally the place is quite noisy but that instant you could hear a pin drop. I could see the manager's head drop in one of those "Dear lord, what the hell is he doing now?" kind of ways and he slowly turned and walked towards us and says as calmly as he can, "What seems to be the problem"

The girl said "This Karen wants to talk to you"

I said "See, See, See, YOU DO RECOGNIZE ME AS KAREN!"

I then turn to the manager and say "THIS PERSON MISGENDERED ME AND CALLED ME BY MY DEAD NAME! ALL I WANT TO DO IS PICK UP MY ORDER AND SHE'S REFUSING TO GIVE IT TO ME!"

He turned to her and said "Is this true?"

She responded "It's in his wife's name, not his"

He turned to me and asked "Aren't you Karen's husband?"

I said with great flourish, "I WAS LAST WEEK BUT I'M GENDER FLUID AND TODAY I'M HER WIFE AND MY NAME IS...KAREN!!!"

At this point most of the other customers were in total shock and all of the employees were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up.

The manager pinched his nose, looked up at the ceiling and said "Just ring him up and get him the hell out of here!" Which she did.

Now whenever I go in there it doesn't matter who's name it's in. I don't even have to say so much as one word, they see me, go and get the order and ring it up...

Brilliant Cranky!

Posted: **Mon Jul 01, 2024 3:38 am**

Shit hot story Cranky or Karen which ever on the day

Posted: **Mon Jul 01, 2024 5:29 am**

Way to go Cranky.....f*%k them and thier bullshit.
I'm a hater of supermarket BS.

Posted: **Mon Jul 01, 2024 6:28 am**

geez, the things a gal has got to do to get some customer service.

Posted: **Wed Jul 03, 2024 5:06 am**

Late one summer night in my early 20’s, a lifetime ago now, I was pulled over while driving home to my parents house after a night of partying with some close friends. I was a block or so away when they hit me with the cherries and berries. I had a half empty 40oz. bottle of beer rolling around in the cab of the truck and a glass “tobacco” pipe and a small baggie stuffed underneath the seat. Unbeknownst to me a person matching my description driving the same make and color truck was wanted for suspicion of a road rage incident that had resulted in a murder. The officer walked up and asked if he could search my car. Of course I politely declined the offer and the street was soon filled with squad cars. Eventually a detective pulled up in an unmarked vehicle, explained the situation and promised me that as long as I cooperated and they didn’t find a gun in the truck that he didn’t care what was in my vehicle and that they’d let me go….I knew there weren’t no gun in the truck but I also knew that there weren’t no way to rely on Johnny Law simply ignoring what WAS to be found inside my vehicle. Against my best adolescent judgments I hesitantly agreed and was placed (uncuffed) into the back of a patrol car. I then watched in horror as the detective seemed to give a chuckle with the other LEO’s and drive away. Words really cannot explain the emotions that coursed through these veins as that gumshoe drove off leaving me there with “The Man”. One by one the other cops took their leave and I was left shaking in my boots in the back of the car of the officer who had pulled me over. I sat there metaphorically shitting myself while he casually rifled through the contents of my truck. As I weighed what my employment and housing option's might be once I got out of the hoosegow the police officer walked around to the front of the squad car and stepped into the drivers seat. We both sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he spoke up and started giving me the business about how I was in a situation that could ruin my life…blah blah blah. While I waited in an anxiety driven madness for him to either get on with the arresting or cut me loose he finally turned around and asked me….“Do you know how fuckin’ lucky you are right now?” Honestly, I don’t remember what my reply was but I’m sure it was some garbled shit like “yes sir” or something. He turned around shook his head, got out of the car and opened my door. He asked me again where I was headed and told me to go straight there and stay in for the night. Got back into his car and drove off. I stood there in a dumbfounded stupor got into my 95’ Taco and drove home. When I got home I felt like I had been hit by a freight train. I had a smoke went inside and silently pondered the Universe while counting my blessings for the rest of the night. True story friends.

Posted: **Wed Jul 03, 2024 11:49 am**

Well stocked up for the rest of the year. Just went to beef country last weekend and picked up about 1200 lb of meat. Not all for me. Every year I arrange for a farmer to take two steers and two hogs to the locker. Then after the locker cuts, processes and wraps the meat I pick it up. I get a quarter and half a hog and find 7 friends to take the other quarters and halves. Get a pickup load of coolers and head to the locker.

This year was a bit light as the steers were only about 1000 lb, so the quarters were only about 161 lb hanging. Previous years had 205 lb or so quarters. Usually a quarter last 10 months to a year but probably be going back in 9 months given the size.

To stay with the theme of the last few posts I did get to talk with a state trooper on the way. Going a bit fast, fortunately he just gave a warning. But new info. I believe at some point in this thread I mentioned that there is another person with the same name and birthday as I. But he is a felon and has been causing me issue with his identity for most of my life. So as I always do I told Mr. Trooper, before he headed back to his car to run my license and all, that if any warrants come up please check the height and weight of the wanted person as it is not me. Well apparently an old guy decided a life of straight and narrow was not enough. As there are now two people with my name and birthday with warrants. Fortunately one is about 6 ft and 180 lb and the other if 5' 5 in and 200 lb. I am in the middle at 5' 7" and 155.

Posted: **Sat Jul 06, 2024 10:29 pm**

Ok, Time to tell y'all about Mrs Cranky taking on the local SWAT with a knife and the "Please and Thank You Raid"

Mrs Cranky and I live in a nice neighborhood that has always been low crime...OK some of you might remember me mentioning the bullet hole in my rain gutter

What can I say

Times they are a changing

But when we moved here the crime rate was pretty much zero and it's still pretty low and this story took place years ago.

Mrs Cranky has always had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night and cooking and cleaning while I sleep. When she does this the cats like her to open the sliding door so they can enjoy the night air.

One night, late at night I was awakened by the sound of Mrs Cranky screaming my name. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall buck naked and into the dining room to find Mrs Cranky standing in sort of a crouching position, holding a paring knife alternately screaming my name and facing the door shouting "DON'T YOU COME THROUGH THAT DOOR!"

I turn and look at the door and see a man in black body armor holding what Washington calls an "assault rifle" standing at the door with a terrified look on his face and repeatedly shouting "I'M NOT COMING IN! I'M NOT COMING IN! (insert city name here) SWAT" while holding up a badge.

Then Mrs Cranky would once again shout "DON'T YOU COME THROUGH THAT DOOR!" and the officer would repeat what he was saying.

I quickly assessed the situation

Here I was unarmed and buck naked, while Mrs Cranky was holding off a SWAT officer in body armor and what was most likely a fully automatic weapon with a paring knife

If he wanted to come in, he would already have done so

So I put my hand on Mrs Cranky's hand and made her lower the knife and calmly told her to put the knife down and calm down.

The officer seemed very relieved and then calmly explained that they were conducting a raid on the house catty-corner behind us and our yard had a perfect vantage point to cover the back of the house and that they would like to use our yard for this purpose and would like us to stay in the house and not scream while they conduct the raid. He also explained that they had knocked on the front door before entering the yard but there was no answer.

What could I say besides "OK"...after all, they were already in the yard, they had the assault weapons and I was still buck naked and I still had to get up and go to work in the morning

They then proceeded to begin the nicest raid I've ever heard of in my life.

First they cut the power to the house, then they got on a loud speaker "You in the house at (insert address here), we have the house surrounded please come out with your hands up, thank you." That's right, they said "please and thank you"

There were a whole bunch of people in the house and apparently most of them came out on the porch because for the next 45 minutes it went like this.

"You on the porch, Please come down to the driveway, thank you. Please lay down on the ground, thank you. Please put your hands behind your back, thank you"..."you with the baby, please come down to the driveway, thank you..."etc until there were no more people on the porch. It was the nicest raid I've ever heard of and I wish I had recorded it because when they started all that de-fund the police nonsense I could have given that to people to prove not all cops are bad.

Then things got a little more serious because apparently someone chose to stay in the house, so then they started in with "we know your still in there, your partner has ratted you out (or something like that), Please come out with your hands up, don't make us come in and get you."

This went on for a while and I think eventually he surrendered without them having to make a big mess of the place.

Two weeks later new people were moving into the house...6 months after that it was raided by ICE and a new group moved in

Who says living in the suburbs is boring

Posted: **Fri Sep 13, 2024 8:09 am**

Well life continues on. Took my one and only child to college last week. A little different without her around here. And now I have to drive much farther to kill someone if they hurt her.

For the last couple of years I have been moving a hill that was next to our house out to a corner of pasture where I have been using the dirt to create a U shaped shooting berm. Turns out it will be L shaped when I run out of dirt. Anyhow it is about 14 high right now and is getting narrow enough I can't back the dump wagon up so have to dump the dirt and use the loader to take dirt up and finish the last 6 ft of the peak. It was still wide enough to run the tractor up. Was backing down and got a bit close to the edge, it gave way and the tractor rolled down the bank, did a full 270 degree roll and ended on its side. I decided it was not a ride I wanted, so baled off. Got damn lucky. I still had the loader raised and between that and the roll over protection bar nothing was hurt. I only had to replace fluids that leaked out while it was lying on its side. Once done I am going to put up a sign "Roll Down Range".

Wife did say if I wanted to finish it I had to make it wider, limit speed and not do more than a couple of hours at a time so I don't become tired or complacent.

Posted: **Fri Sep 13, 2024 9:18 pm**

Ya know my wife is really great about warning me not to do stupid shit. Usually right after I do it. Glad you’re okay.

Posted: **Sat Sep 14, 2024 8:07 am**

speaking of wives, Marriage is a lot like a deck of cards. At first, all you need are two hearts and a diamond, but in the end all you really want is a club and a spade.

Posted: **Sat Sep 14, 2024 7:41 pm**

Stonecutter's story reminds me of a lucky escape I had at 17 or 18.
I grew up on a farm 9 miles outside a very small Maritime town (yes this was before Canada became metric) pop 1200. Everyone knows everyone and their Grandparents.
So my 2 schoolmates and I are cruising the 1 mile strip of main street, for probably the 57th round, might have been the 75th round, drinking beer and I was sipping on a pint of Adam's Special Old, a Canadian Whisky.
So our small town had a newly opened KFC.
Souris has hit the big time.
So what does 3 drunk teenagers do?
Let's check out KFC.
So park by the big glass front, get a snack pack, sit in the car to eat and suddenly my gut DOES NOT FEEL GOOD.
AT ALL.
So next thing I know I'm doubled over with my left hand on the trunk lid of my 66 Ford custom, puking my guts out in the parking lot.
The heaves stop and I straighten up for air and I hear a voice "is everything OK here, is there a problem"
I look over ti my right and there's an RCMP cruiser parked sideways behind my car, constable still behind the wheel.
I said "have you ever eaten the Colonel's Cole slaw"
I immediately hurled again after uttering those words .
So I'm finished my business and straighten up ready to face the music, and the cop is gone.
I get back in the car and my buddies say "what the he'll just happened?"
"I guess the constable has had a bad experience with the Cole slaw too, we're getting to he'll outta here"

Posted: **Sun Sep 15, 2024 5:06 am**

Subbrew, we did the college drop off with both girls. It's a big change. The younger one is now in graduate school and the older in medical residency. The tractor story is even scarier. There have been multiple farmers in our area over the years who did the same thing and were not as lucky as you. I've flipped three wheelers and took one through a fence, but no tractors.

Posted: **Sat Sep 21, 2024 3:31 pm**

Yeah, had my fun with farm tractors, some close calls i wrote about way back in this very thread and could easily add a few more. They would be a little less dramatic sounding than the angel gear incidents but equally as dangerous like sliding off a track and down a hill backwards or having a hydraulic leak drop a blade on to a stump while driving in road gear, man that steering wheel hit my chest so hard i was coughing up blood and making my peace with God that day. I will look back and see if i wrote the story about how Whitey Mc'Cann got his name, if not its a yarn worth hearing.

Posted: **Sat Sep 21, 2024 3:44 pm**

So a few days ago my eldest stepson had his house burn down, 3 kids and 1 on the way the timing could hardly be worse. Luckily his partner had just left to do school pick ups so no one was home. They did have a Pitbull in the house and when they go out they put her in a cage in the living room, never agreed with that but its not my place to say anything. Anyway we all race around there when we hear the news. The fire department wont let anyone near to save the dog, I mean i understand their prospective but heartbreaking suddenly there is a ruckess inside and this dog comes smashing through quarter inch glass to safety virtually unscathed but for one scratch down her tummy. One smart tough little dog.

Posted: **Mon Sep 23, 2024 5:43 am**

Sorry to hear about your stepson's house. I can't think of much more devastating than to lose everything like that. Glad all the carbon based beings are doing fine. Does he have a gofundme or similar to help rebuild?

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2025 11:21 pm**

Just thought I'd pop in with a little tail about my dog.

Ya'll probably know I'm a cat person but a while back fate decided I needed a dog. Not just any dog but a corgi. He is a little large for a corgi but seriously cute and adorable with a wonderful personality but he is honestly the toughest dog I've ever seen.

My dog doesn't realize he is what some people think is a small dog. He honestly thinks of himself as a very large dog. He doesn't like small dogs and rarely is willing to give other corgis the time of day. At the dog park his friends are all large dogs, German shepherds, Samoyed, Newfoundlands and the like.

He loves rough "puppy play", the rougher the better. Sometimes new people will see their dogs playing rough and get all concerned and say things like "Don't hurt the Corgi..." and I have to tell them that their dog is definitely not going to "hurt the Corgi" and if it does he will let them know. His regular friends owners still watch in awe as their big dogs wrestle, play and even body slam him only for him to act like it's the greatest thing in the world and ask for more.

One day a dog 3 times his size stole his favorite ball and growled and tried to intimidate him when he tried to get it back. The noise of the scuffle drew the attention of 2 other big dogs that joined their friend against "the cute little Corgi".

This "Cute little Corgi" single-handedly took on these 3 dogs, kicked their asses and got his ball back. None of them has ever messed with him since.

Well, a couple days ago we were at the park, getting ready to go home and one of his regular friends, a German shepherd, showed up. They were playing when his Newfoundland friend decided he needed to play too. So my dog starts playing with the Newfy and made the shepherd jealous and she started trying to edge the Newfy out, then the Newfys brother got jealous that 2 other dogs were playing with his brother and had to get in there. Somehow there were a bunch of other dogs in the mix and somebody bit my dogs ear hard enough to draw blood...and the fight was on

I don't know for sure who bit his ear but my dog blamed the Newfy and went after him. Instead of just accepting his chastisement the Newfy fought back...and unleashed the cartoon type Tasmanian devil inside my dog who proceeded to open up the biggest can of whoop ass on him that he or any of the other dogs in the immediate area have ever seen.

People were running and shouting, trying to get their dogs out of the way. The Newfy's owner and I were trying to catch our dogs and separate them while the Newfy did his absolute best to run as fast as he could backwards while trying to avoid this insane wild creature that had somehow appeared in dangerous proximity to his nether regions.

I finally caught my dog by the scruff, sat on him and got him to calm down while the Newfy's owner took him away.

After it was over everyone came up to me to ask if my dog was OK

My dog is so cute and innocent looking they never realized when I was trying to get to him I was actually saving the other dog, not the other way around

Posted: **Thu Feb 13, 2025 4:12 am**

Naah
I’m calling you are full of shit Cranky . You love cats
Cat lovers don’t post this

Cranky got a bone for the Dog

Posted: **Thu Feb 13, 2025 4:47 am**

I had a cat once that I liked. He thought he was a dog.

Posted: **Thu Feb 13, 2025 8:11 am**

Yummyrum wrote: ↑Thu Feb 13, 2025 4:12 am Naah
I’m calling you are full of shit Cranky . You love cats
Cat lovers don’t post this Cranky got a bone for the Dog

To be honest I think this dog may be the reincarnation of my cat "Mouse". He has a lot of Mouse's traits but corgis aren't like other dogs, they belong in two realms. Corgis were a gift to humans from the fairy people so they live in both the human and fairy realms at the same time and have a special sort of magic. You can't see a corgi without it making you happy

I watched a video about Chihuahuas the other day. It said "Remember, size means nothing when you have the confidence of Satan to back you up." Of course my dog isn't a Chihuahua but that's what made me think of posting the above story.

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2025 12:07 pm**

A friend of mine used to live on an airbase. Her dad was in charge of the base and her cat Oscar was fairly certain that so was he. No cats dared cross his path and other cats would actually bring him offerings. The few dogs on base knew to stay well away.

One day they had visitors from off-base and they came with a dog. Oscar pottered out and the dog, seeing a cat allowed its instincts free rein and gave chase. Oscar ran, and ran, and went straight up a tree with the dog close behind. Halfway up the tree, Oscar remembered who he was, and where he was and, without changing speed, he turned 180° and headed down full tilt straight for the dog. The dog, seeing that his prey had now apparently become predator, turned tail and fled and ended up hiding behind his owner while Oscar attempted to make it very clear that with exceptions, the entire airbase was his territory!

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2025 12:54 pm**

I’m told Schwarzkopf’s daughter was just like that cat when he was in charge at Ft Lewis

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2025 10:51 pm**

Well, my grandson is joining the Corps of Cadets at A&M this fall. The mascot is a dog that has the “rank” of 5 stars. A 2d year is “voluntold” to be the Generals guardian. He goes where the dog wants to go. If the dog wants the bed, he gets the floor. The General goes home on vacations, too. What fun!

Posted: **Mon Feb 17, 2025 6:39 pm**

NormandieStill wrote: ↑Fri Feb 14, 2025 12:07 pm A friend of mine used to live on an airbase. Her dad was in charge of the base and her cat Oscar was fairly certain that so was he. No cats dared cross his path and other cats would actually bring him offerings. The few dogs on base knew to stay well away.

One day they had visitors from off-base and they came with a dog. Oscar pottered out and the dog, seeing a cat allowed its instincts free rein and gave chase. Oscar ran, and ran, and went straight up a tree with the dog close behind. Halfway up the tree, Oscar remembered who he was, and where he was and, without changing speed, he turned 180° and headed down full tilt straight for the dog. The dog, seeing that his prey had now apparently become predator, turned tail and fled and ended up hiding behind his owner while Oscar attempted to make it very clear that with exceptions, the entire airbase was his territory!

That reminds me of the cat we had growing up. She was a small calico who wandered the countryside at will sometimes being gone for weeks at a time only to come home to have a litter of kittens and raise them enough for them to be on their own.

She was an incredible mouser...or maybe more precisely, small gamer, often seen dragging home rabbits that were much larger than her to feed her kittens.

One day, while Cali was off wandering, my dad brought home an Irish setter that was a trained bird dog. When Cali came home she walked around the corner only to be met by a dog who thought this was his yard. He jumped up and gave chase and Cali went straight up the nearest tree, got half way up, turned around and came right back down and taught the dog a lesson he never forgot.

From that day on when the dog slept in the yard and Cali was around she slept on his back. To add insult to injury she also taught her kittens to do the same

Posted: **Tue Feb 18, 2025 3:35 am**

Years ago a neighbour had two of the biggest, blackest cats I've ever seen, it was like having a jaguar jump into your lap!

They were brothers and hunted together, one would pretend stalk the birds so they could see him and feel safe, while brother crept up behind to murder them.

We used to car share to work and one morning told me his wife had woken him saying she could hear an intruder down stairs, he crept down to investigate and found one cat inside trying to pull something through the catflap and the other outside trying to push it through.

He was used to finding dead rabbits, rats, squirrels etc dismantled all over the kitchen floor so he persuaded inside cat out of the way and discovered an oven ready frozen chicken wedged half way in. We had to leave for work so he left wife waiting for this chicken to defrost far enough to push it free!

Never did find out who those cats had burgled but I put a child lock on my freezer...

Posted: **Tue Feb 18, 2025 4:08 am**

amh71 wrote: ↑Tue Feb 18, 2025 3:35 am Years ago a neighbour had two of the biggest, blackest cats I've ever seen, it was like having a jaguar jump into your lap!

They were brothers and hunted together, one would pretend stalk the birds so they could see him and feel safe, while brother crept up behind to murder them.

We used to car share to work and one morning told me his wife had woken him saying she could hear an intruder down stairs, he crept down to investigate and found one cat inside trying to pull something through the catflap and the other outside trying to push it through.

He was used to finding dead rabbits, rats, squirrels etc dismantled all over the kitchen floor so he persuaded inside cat out of the way and discovered an oven ready frozen chicken wedged half way in. We had to leave for work so he left wife waiting for this chicken to defrost far enough to push it free!

Never did find out who those cats had burgled but I put a child lock on my freezer...

Hilarious

Posted: **Sat Feb 22, 2025 7:18 am**

subbrew wrote: ↑Mon Sep 23, 2024 5:43 am Sorry to hear about your stepson's house. I can't think of much more devastating than to lose everything like that. Glad all the carbon based beings are doing fine. Does he have a gofundme or similar to help rebuild?

Nar mate, we all chipped in and helped get em back on their feet, they are in a rental and have a 4 month old boy now. So they have 3 kids at home. He has an older daughter that wants to move back in with them but they lack the room so im currently helping him restore an older caravan/trailer to allow this. It was a set back for them but life is full of successes and set backs, gotta drink the froth to get the beer .
So been reading ya cat stories, its a bit late now but i should sit down and write some stories about Owens massive ginger cat cheek cheeks, seen that cat belt up German Shepherds and get in a huge blue with a rhodesian ridge back and amazingly survived.

Posted: **Mon Feb 24, 2025 6:18 pm**

I gotta tell ya'll what just happened at the grocery store.

Gizmo and I were headed home from the dog park when Mrs Cranky asked me to stop at the store and buy a few things. So I stopped at my local Safeway and got what Mrs Cranky wanted...plus pastries...and donuts...and ice cream...and Cheese Its...and flowers for Mrs Cranky because after her coma I buy or pick her flowers every week except valentines and mothers day because the stores double the prices of flowers on those weeks...

Anyway,

I went to check out and as usual there was only one cashier working and she is an idiot and I hate going to her, so I went to self check...which I also hate but at least the cashier isn't an idiot...although I did read that the majority of younger people don't pay for the most expensive item in their cart when they use self check and I always pay for everything

so maybe I am an idiot,

but I don't annoy me as much as the idiot cashier actually working for Safeway, so self check was the lesser of two evils

I had gotten all my stuff paid for plus 3 bags, that I didn't want, that cost 8 cents each. At Fred Mayer they ask "How many bags would you like to purchase?" which gives people the honest option to say "none" because I don't want to purchase them, I want them to be free like they used to be, but Safeway says "How many bags did you use?" and charges 8 cents for them, but they are good to put kitty litter in.

Anyway, I was loading everything back into the cart when a guy walked up to me trying to claim that he didn't have enough money for his groceries and held up a big gaudy fake gold ring.

Currently in my area there are a lot of scammers going around running fake jewelry scams. For some reason from time to time I get picked as looking like an easy mark...I have no idea why, but I do, and these people come up and try to run this scam. Normally I just say "NO" and nothing else and walk away. They don't usually try to do anything after that.

This guy decided he had to push it and said "Why Not?" rather than just go away and try to scam someone else.

What an absolutely stupid thing to say...why not?...WHY NOT?!?!?...

So I proceeded to tell him why not in a voice loud enough that pretty much everyone in the area who might be a potential victim could hear me. I said, "BECAUSE IT'S A SCAM! THE JEWELRY IS FAKE AND YOU'RE A SCAMMER! THAT'S WHY NOT!"

He wasn't expecting that answer and sort of slunked off back to his place in the line.

He wasn't expecting what I did next either, but after that I went up to the person overseeing the self check pointed the man out and told him "That guy right there is trying to scam people in this store with fake jewelry!"

He went over and talked to the guy and I headed toward the door where the armed guard was standing. I stopped and told him there is a guy back there trying to scam people with fake jewelry. He asked what he looked like and as fate would have it that's when he tried to slink his way out of the store so I was able to point and say "That's him right there!"

The guard stopped him and I headed out the door, got the groceries in the car as fast as I could because these people usually work in teams and I didn't want to give them the opportunity to do anything to me, and headed home.

Posted: **Mon Feb 24, 2025 8:21 pm**

Good story Cranky. Situations like that are why I am usually exercising my 2A rights when I am out in public. Seem like the number of scammers and crooks have multiplied in the last decade. Perhaps I just pay more attention.

Posted: **Mon Feb 24, 2025 10:16 pm**

subbrew wrote: ↑Mon Feb 24, 2025 8:21 pm Seem like the number of scammers and crooks have multiplied in the last decade. Perhaps I just pay more attention.

Nah. There were always the lot who’d rather steal than work. Difference is more people now, so more scammers and instead of jail, they now get an apology and a big wet kiss on the derrière.

Posted: **Mon Feb 24, 2025 11:50 pm**

Paying for bags is a thing here in Australia to.
Appparenty we need to pay for paper bags because that will somehow save the earth by not contributing to the plastic problem we caused using free plastic bags.
The thing that puzzles me is that almost every item put into those paper bags that I have to buy is wrapped or somehow encased in plastic.

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