Whenever I buy something at my local grocery store that has a small magnetic security tag on it, I like to take the tag off before I check out. I place the tag on something innocuous – something that would NEVER require theft prevention. Fruit is always fun, but something like a pack of bologna or a carton of orange juice usually is less obvious.
I’m absolutely sure that the loss prevention departments in these stores absolutely loathe people like me, but in all fairness, I’m purchasing whatever it is I’m pulling the tag off of. Also, in my experience, the loss prevention people are so overwhelmed by actual theft that they wouldn’t bother trying to catch me doing it. I also shop at one of the nicer stores in my area, which makes it much more random and less obvious.
I’d feel bad about it, but it’s too much fun thinking about the karmic justice that I’m probably wreaking on someone’s life.
*ALARM*
“M’am, I’m sorry – did you scan this banana?”
In other news, my brother invited myself and my daughter to a college football game that is being held at Cowboy Stadium. While I only know the absolute bare basic information about football (take away my man card now) I’m looking forward to hanging out with my brother. My daughter was on a drill team as their mascot for a high school team a while back and so she’s got some semi-formed opinions about football. “Tony Romo sucks.” She probably knows better than I do about this, since paying attention to football is a little less than last on my list. It ranks right above cleaning out the litter box and somewhere below…uh…everything else.
Needless to say, I was dwarfed when I walked toward the stadium to trade in the papers that I had for tickets. It’s a nice stadium and all, and I hear I can rent my house out on Superbowl weekend (this year? next year? who the hell knows?). But all in all, it will be less of a reason to watch football as it will be to drink (overpriced) beer and eat (overpriced) hot dogs.
Gawd bless Americuh!
