This is a very big week for the Miller family and me as we are embarking into uncharted waters both emotionally and physically. Not to be taken lightly Kimberly, Emerson and I have spent hours discussing our options, weighing the financial investment, and engaging in legal council to avoid any longer term consequences.
Some of you may find our decisions gut wrenchingly painful while others will be curious on why we waited so long, no doubt we lose some friends along the way. The manor in which we are making this announcement was debatable as many of you find this blog too humorous to be taken seriously, but the longevity of this posting will last much longer than any tweet or facebook posting.
My drop dead date has been set for 12:30pm on Thursday November 3rd for any of you that would care to join us in witnessing this historic moment. Some of you have learned about this in advance and already voiced your objections and removed us from the standard social media and phone contacts lists and for that we are truly sorry. For the rest of you, thank you for your support.
Without further delay I am ready to announce that on Thursday November 3rd at 12:30pm at 3620 N Clark I will be pairing the likes of French inspired fried potatoes, the liquid potion of a one Mr. Dr. Pepper with the culinary treat known as the McRibb. Your support is both welcome and appreciated. We will see you on the other side. My love to my wife, child and the rest of my wonderful family.
Showing posts with label facebook secret code. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facebook secret code. Show all posts
Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Facebook secret code...fake code.
Bring me tickle me Elmo or the wrath of God will come upon you and your family! Ok, the lady I saw at Target today wasn’t that bad, but I thought she was a minute away from pimp slapping the Target employee that said they were sold out of some toy. The women argued that two days ago she was told they had ‘plenty’ and couldn’t understand how now they have NONE! It was like a five year old trying to understand how Marty Mcfly could interrupt the time space continuum. Hell, I still don’t get it.
So I decided that this woman needed to be gently introduced to a little something called equally irrational. I followed her to the checkout line where she was still venting about the incompetent target employees to someone on the phone. After she got off the phone I pretended to take a phone call that had some crucial secret information. Taking careful note of the woman’s age (45 or so) and her failed attempt to be trendy I knew I needed to hit her where it counts, her inflated sense of herself.
The fictional one way phone conversation went like this…’Honey, what was that secret password posted on facebook to get the 50% off discount at Target? So you are telling me all I have to say is “I am a secret santa shopper”? So If I say ‘I am a secret santa shopper I will get 50%’? Its 3:55pm so the deal is only good for 5 more minutes, I better hurry’. Hook line and sinker…bitch.
I then snuck out of line and took up a great viewing point a lane over and just watched the awesomeness unfold. So she tells the check out women the ‘secret code’ and she just looks at the lady like she is nuts. Once the total comes the woman starts to question why she isn’t getting the facebook secret code discount. I am about to pee my pants. After a minute of bewilderment the cashier calls over a manager. The manager tries to explain to the woman that they have never run a promo anything like that. But I am the ‘secret santa shopper damn it’. About ten minutes go by before the humiliated woman storms out and the employees and surrounding customers get a good chuckle ‘no I am the secret santa shopper, no I am!’
You have been irrationalized.
So I decided that this woman needed to be gently introduced to a little something called equally irrational. I followed her to the checkout line where she was still venting about the incompetent target employees to someone on the phone. After she got off the phone I pretended to take a phone call that had some crucial secret information. Taking careful note of the woman’s age (45 or so) and her failed attempt to be trendy I knew I needed to hit her where it counts, her inflated sense of herself.
The fictional one way phone conversation went like this…’Honey, what was that secret password posted on facebook to get the 50% off discount at Target? So you are telling me all I have to say is “I am a secret santa shopper”? So If I say ‘I am a secret santa shopper I will get 50%’? Its 3:55pm so the deal is only good for 5 more minutes, I better hurry’. Hook line and sinker…bitch.
I then snuck out of line and took up a great viewing point a lane over and just watched the awesomeness unfold. So she tells the check out women the ‘secret code’ and she just looks at the lady like she is nuts. Once the total comes the woman starts to question why she isn’t getting the facebook secret code discount. I am about to pee my pants. After a minute of bewilderment the cashier calls over a manager. The manager tries to explain to the woman that they have never run a promo anything like that. But I am the ‘secret santa shopper damn it’. About ten minutes go by before the humiliated woman storms out and the employees and surrounding customers get a good chuckle ‘no I am the secret santa shopper, no I am!’
You have been irrationalized.
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