Cough howdy cough sneaze folks! I have fallen victim to a summer plague given to me by a certain someone who will go namelindess. As a result, most of my nights have been spent laying on the couch turning my brain to mush with reality TV – apparently this is the only programming on TV these days. This has been extremely frustrating seeing as how it has prevented me from some important training runs. The good news is my steady diet of vitamin C coupled with heavy doses of NyQuil have finally gained the upper hand. Unfortunately, this hell spawn has reduced me to a short post today (besides, my posts of late have tended to be a little verbose so it is probably for the best).
Tonight’s post is as fresh as it gets folks. This didn’t happen a year ago like my vacation posts, or even a month ago. Nope, this entry is based on an experience that happened a mere 4 hours ago. It isn’t so much one aspect of the event that caused my quandary as it is the contradictory logic involved. Let’s get to the details shall we? Linda likes to refer to me as Mr. PVC (actually that is probably one of the nicer monikers she uses). This is due to the fact I tend to head straight for the white plastic whenever I need to translate a crazy idea into something tangible. Take for example the Halloween decoration (link) or the latest example of the new bird feeder (link). She nixed my idea of building our house out of the versatile product. Needless to say, another project is at hand which involves the need to interchange certain parts. A few hours in the PVC aisle solved the problem which included the three piece coupling pictured above. A late design change (after a prototype flaw) required me to purchase 5 more of these couplings to perfect the design. Not wanting to get confused with the half million (just a slight exaggeration) different coupling options available, I decided to take one of them into the store with me.
After work today, I decided to stop by the local Lowe’s store and finish the material purchases. Conditioned by the annoying Walmart and Best Buy greeting system coupled with Sam’s Club’s “everyone that leaves the store is a thief” model has made me overly sensitive to causing a shoplifting accusation. Big thanks to those three stores for making an honest person worry about this – all they need to do is add a TSA patdown when you come in and I’ll be turning Amish. Holding my little coupler openly in my hand (picture above is almost lifesize), I waited in line at the return desk to get a sticker or something to indicate that I had already purchased it. My turn came up and I held out my coupler and asked him if they needed to mark it. The clerk looked at me and said “Oh no, we don’t sticker anything, just go right ahead”. Ummm okay, that is both refreshing and concerning at the same time. Hey, this company trusts me … or is it Hey, we have a sucker on the hook. I decided to give them some credit and went with the former assessment. Fifteen minutes later I had built the 5 new connectors and headed to the register. I placed the couplers on the counter and made it clear to the clerk there were actually 10 end parts and 5 middle parts so again, no one thought I was trying to sneak something by them. At the same time I showed her the one I had brought in and told her I brought that one in with me and put it in my front shirt pocket. She didn’t hesitate a second and proceeded to ring up the 5 new couplers. Wow, Lowe’s appears to have a well understood “trust the customer” policy. There was probably a goofy grin on my face the whole time she was ringing up the items…. and then she hit the total button.
Hit the jump to read the rest about the rest of the experience.