From an Official OF

This is for those of you that have absolutely nothing better to do than read junk on the internet.

The local Man’s store has had to put up with me in the past. Things like taking a half an hour to pick through a pile of 2 x 4’s to get the right ones or having a kid flip through a dozen 3/4″ – 8’x10′ sheets of plywood to get one with fewer knotholes didn’t seem to phaze them too badly. Yesterday was a little different story.

I picked up a few small items and the lovely young cashier said the total was $22.84. I took out the billfold and found a ten, which I handed to her. Next came two fives which were handed to her. More searching yielded 3 ones of which I handed her two, much to her chagrin. She could see it coming. Into the pocket for some change. Of course there were truck keys, pocket knife, comb, and other assorted goodies above the change, so considerable digging was involved. I could see eyes starting to roll on the guys in line behind me. The first search came up with a quarter, some nickles, and a penny. I gave her the quarter. Next search – 2 quarters, another nickle, and a couple of pennies. Gave her the 2 quarters and a nickle for a total of 80 cents. I believe she was expecting one of the other nickles, but no, time for another dig. Tension was filling the air. YES, another penny! I added it to the three I had already found and dropped them into her long awaiting hand. As could be expected when things are going this way, one of the pennies jumped right out of her hand, hit the floor, and rolled under the counter. So now she is on her hands and knees trying to locate the penny. I didn’t even dare to glance at the guys standing in line anymore. In fact, I believe one had left for another line already. The cashier found the penny, sorted the change into her cash drawer, and handed me the receipt with a surly “Have a good day, ‘SIR'”. No sense of humor I guess. So with a happy “See y’all” I took my stuff and left. Old people can be cruel at times.

True story, but this isn’t something I would do on purpose because I am as impatient in line as anybody, but the way it worked out reminded me of many a time some OF dug for exact change while people were waiting. All my change will be going into the grandkid’s piggy bank again.

Putz, good news. Your not Official OF yet. You need the little oval shaped, slit cut, rubbery coin purse first !!!

big g

That there is funny stuff Putz.
Everone is always in to big of a hury to see the humor in anything it seems like. I’m surprised the dude behind you didn’t just give you a buck when he seen ya digging

I hear ya Putz!

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and the lovely young cashier

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Those 70 year olds can get crabby at times!

PS they have something now that’s called a “debit card” looks like a credit card but the money comes right out of your checking account! Always have the exact change and only need to dig in your pants…once.

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PS they have something now that’s called a “debit card” looks like a credit card but the money comes right out of your checking account! Always have the exact change and only need to dig in your pants…once.

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Sure…take away all the fun of digging in your pants

Not so fast!
OF’s like to dig in their pants.
Might be suprised by the prize they might find.

Right on Putz

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and the lovely young cashier

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I hate excess change as much as a procto, so it amazes me why they can’t figure out when the total is $xx.06 and you give then xx bills and a dime, how much your change should be

dave

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Not so fast!
OF’s like to dig in their pants.
Might be suprised by the prize they might find.

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At that age… if they DID find something… it would DEFINATLEY be a surprise!!!

Good one!

You guys are taking this one step further than I intended to go but did I mention that I left with a smile on my face?

Alzheimers

Hey, I am not an Official OF yet, but we need more patience in our society. What is so wrong with taking the time to give out the right change? I think it is Putz’s right to pay with whatever coins he chooses. In any case, we should blame it one state taxes. If not for retailers pricing things at .99c and the application of state taxes on the total purchase price, our purchases should be rounded to the nearest nickel and we can do away with the pennies. But hey, a paying customer is a paying customer, especially if he pays in cash, although it might take a little longer. We all need a little more patience.

Agreed about chilling out!

And it could have been worse…

“I think it is Putz’s right to pay with whatever coins he chooses.”

If he was paying with his childhood savings…it would have been in chickens.

Don’t forget beaver pelts and bushels of corn

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lovely young cashier..

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Into the pocket for some change. Of course there were truck keys, pocket knife, comb, and other assorted goodies above the change, so considerable digging was involved.

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Hmm… I guess you just can’t pass up the opportunity to do a little “digging” in the pocket with a lovely young cashier standing in front of you…

I don’t want to be know for making fun of Putz’s age…

But he did change the diapers of Moses once…

Briank ~ Whos trying to get the visual out of his head of Putz looking for something in his pocket.

That’s why I like bibs better. Right, Herb?

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did I mention that I left with a smile on my face?

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Because you broke wind before you walked away, didn’t ya?

The following story may sound made up but I swear on a stack of In-Fisherman that this really happened.

Yesterday I was in the same man store again to pick up one small item. I was in a bit of a hurry as there was a schedule to keep (unfamiliar territory for me). Anyway, 3 cashier lines were open, two lines with 2 customers each, and one line with one customer. Naturally, I picked the one with one customer. It even had two cashiers! Ooops. One cashier was training the other. Not a good sign. The lady in front of me had 4 outdoor chair covers, an umbrella stand and a large outdoor umbrella. The covers went well as did the stand, but the umbrella itself did not have a bar code. That’s when I heard the dreaded words over the intercom. Price check! Time to move on.

Went over to the next line where the cashier was just finishing up with a lady and there was a guy behind her with a few gardening items. Shouldn’t be long here. I watched in amazement as the first lady packaged all of her items, placed them in her cart, then dug in her purse for her checkbook. When she found that, she needed a pen from the cashier. Pen received, she started flipping through checkbook to find the right blank one and then asked for the date. When told that it was the 25th, she exclaimed that, “My Oh My. It’s my aunt’s birthday and I haven’t bought her a thing.” The cashier graciously cut her off in mid story by reminding her of the total owed and the lady got on with her check writing.

I’m now checking my original line but the light was still blinking. No price check yet. Oh well, the guy in front of me shouldn’t take long. The cashier efficiently scanned his items and put them on the moving belt. Hurray! Ooops. He’s digging things out of his pocket. Manufacturer’s rebates! 4 of them! Oh Man. The cashier calmly took the 4 of them and started typing something into the register. OK. Then she gets a puzzled look on her face. Now what? Seems that all 4 rebates were to different names and different addresses and she could only use one of them. The guy didn’t speak English very well and she had a difficult time explaining what was going on with these rebates. After several minutes of discussion (some heated), the guy pulled out some cash and paid his bill. I looked over to my original line and they were just shutting off the blinking light so at least I broke even on that account.

15 minutes and 2 customers. The cashier was just as peeved as I, but she apologized and quickly completed our transaction. As I walked out of the store, I swore that I would never again hold up a line and brag about it later. Payback is hell.

Again, this is a true story. I couldn’t make up something like this.

I’ve been on both ends of those stories.

Moral of the story…………………..never be in a hurry when shopping.
Take your time………………..and smell the roses! Life goes by fast enough without rushing it!

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smell the roses!

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Hooks? Your responding to the Lutefisk King….

One little trick I’ve come across..is to just head to the returns counter and pay there…’course the folks that get in line behind me aren’t to happy…but generally those folks know what to do when issues arise…as they normally do when I go shopping – which isn’t to darn often!

This is funny stuff!!

Welcome to the posting side of IDA Say Tk!

Give Putz a hollar is you ever want to try Lute..he carrys it in his back pocket…

I know the feeling Putz. For the last few years it gets better and better giving change to those young ladies. Im getting to the point i can tell befor i go into a certain checkout isle how to say what. Its getting kinda fun when theres getting to be about 4 or 5 people standing in line by the time she caculated the total cost of everything i want to buy and i open my billfold and give her the bills. I put it away in my rear pocket and then go for the correct change, isn’t this supposed to make her job and her day easier if she dosen’t have to make change because im on the ball this day. I kinda look back at the people standing behind me to get a glance at how impatient they are getting and thats when i determine how to say i’ve got more things in my pockets than when i was a kid. The nice cashiers roll thier eyes or grin, the impatient ones get discusted and the customers behind me i never look back at. Want to really make thier day?, start to tell her about how all those things got there that day, it really makes them mad.

Its starting to get really fun being an old fart, lol im now begining to know the meaning of dirty old man or im the guy your mother told you about and have an excuse for it, what the heck some girls still grin.

We were camping at Merrick State Park this weekend ( I came back a day earlier)and yesterday my son went to a small grocery store in Cochrane, WI. He asked the cashier if they had pre-made hamburgers and she said no, but went and made six for him while people were waiting in line. I was in the truck with the dogs, couldn’t believe it.

Dear Dad,

Keep your hands out of your pants.

Love,

Erik

Dear Erik

Did I miss something here? Spit it out if you got the cojones, ole timer!