I went to the Office Warehouse today to buy a small plastic envelope to put the papers that I bring to school everyday so that they dont get too damaged in my bag. I found one and I spent a good 3 minutes picking out the best of the bunch. The cashier stapled the receipt to the paper bag. I went along feeling quite satisfied with my purchase, but just as I stepped out the door, my finger got caught in the staple and I just had a dreadful revelation. The boob of a cashier stapled my envelope!! I just stood there, inches from the door, dumbstruck. My mind was working on hyperdrive: what if I knocked over a glass of water and it spilled on my envelope, my stuff would get wet, or maybe a glass of juice? (God forbid!); what if it rains and I have nothing else to cover my head with? it would seem stupid to take my stuff out first before I rush through the rain with my envelope. I had half the mind to go back and demand a replacement, throw in the words Civil Code of the Philippines and some latin phrases like jus disponendi to get that you-messed-with-the-wrong-b*tch vibe. Just then, my brain mocked me. That Office Warehouse is the one I go to for my ink cartriges, its pretty near the house, and have decent parking spaces. I still want to go back to that store without the security guard constantly looking out for me, and when he spots me, hed warn the cashiers, OA b*tch at 11 oclock! Hide the staplers! I went home with a heavy heart.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 04:46:23 +0000
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