Sometimes I wish we could go back to the days of Little House on the Prairie. Well, not exactly. I have no intention of peeing in an outhouse or beating my clothes on a rock to clean them. But I swear every time I go to the store, it's like I'm in a battle with Mrs. Olsen trying to buy the simplest of things.
Every time I buy razor blades, I'm assaulted by the ubiquitous razor blade police at the CVS drugstore. I swear eventually I'll have to give up my social security number or chop off my left pinky finger to buy toothpaste.
It's understandable that merchants have to lock up high-priced merchandise that's easily pocketed, but there needs to be a better way so as not to be such an inconvenience to their honest customers. Not only did the contraption/dispenser in the above picture not work, I had to track down an employee to get me the razor blades.
Can you imagine if they locked up the condom rack? We'd have a baby boom on our hands!
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Here the blades arent locked up -yet. But your right about the baby boom thing! Just what we would need-more sqalling!
Being in retail for a hundred and forty years, I know first hand about the thievery that goes on. So stuff gets locked up.
But a demented college buddy and friend has a solution: Take'em out and execute a few in public, on television, preferably when small children are watching. That will stop all this inconvenient criminal activity!
Damn! That might just be crazy enough to work!!
Might even stop the squalling!!
LOLOLOL!
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