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Valuable lessons
May. 19th, 2010 08:21 amWhen I was a kid I used to leave my bike unlocked, until brother #4 decided to teach me a valuable lesson about security, since we lived in a very stealy neighborhood. He taught me this lesson by stealing my bike and refusing to give it back for a week.
There was a guy at the CVS counter in front of me who was being slow this morning. Nothing unusual there; I am hyper, hence, everyone is slow in my eyes. (He was slow enough that another cashier opened up though, so I jumped to her) He was also talking to the cashier about how there was no place to park, indicating that he's not a regular in these parts, since the CVS is in a building with a parking garage. (He probably expected free parking--another indication that he's not a regular in this neighborhood). Then he went to pay for his stuff, which came to about 6 bucks. He pulled out a huge pile of cash and fanned it out, showing a heap of 20s and a few 50s, before slowly picking a bill to give the cashier. At this point I was already on my way out the door, having finished my purchase.
Part of me really felt that the proper thing to do would be to lie in wait for the guy and roll him for his cash, just to, you know, teach him a valuable lesson about security.
There was a guy at the CVS counter in front of me who was being slow this morning. Nothing unusual there; I am hyper, hence, everyone is slow in my eyes. (He was slow enough that another cashier opened up though, so I jumped to her) He was also talking to the cashier about how there was no place to park, indicating that he's not a regular in these parts, since the CVS is in a building with a parking garage. (He probably expected free parking--another indication that he's not a regular in this neighborhood). Then he went to pay for his stuff, which came to about 6 bucks. He pulled out a huge pile of cash and fanned it out, showing a heap of 20s and a few 50s, before slowly picking a bill to give the cashier. At this point I was already on my way out the door, having finished my purchase.
Part of me really felt that the proper thing to do would be to lie in wait for the guy and roll him for his cash, just to, you know, teach him a valuable lesson about security.
