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But it seems there weren't that many new comments, so that's okay. Went to the store. Stood on the express line. This, of course, was a huge mistake, since I ended up behind this one guy...

I saw him get on line. From the beginning, he didn't put his deli meat on the moving sidewalk thing (what are those even *called*, anyway?). Then, when he gets up to the cashier, the first thing he says is "this isn't ham, it's turkey, it's a dollar less per pound, they priced it wrong". And he *keeps saying that*, even after she's sent somebody to get her manager to fix it. The manager apparently didn't understand the problem, because she just says "this says $5.99 per pound". Can't have even been a half a pound of ~~ham~~ turkey. I know those quarters add up, but not fast enough to justify the fit: OMG! It's less per pound! You're trying to overcharge me! I'm tired of being overcharged!"

All while the manager is trying to send somebody over to the deli counter to remedy the situation.

Now, here's my question. If he clearly knew long before he got to the line that the label on his meat was misprinted, why didn't he go to the deli section (where they probably would've recognized him, assuming he didn't notice right as he left) and say "Hey, this is mislabeled, it's supposed to be turkey, can you fix that?" Because as for the rest of us, unless we open the package and taste it, we don't know that he's not running a really bad scam.

Oh, and I don't know what world you live in, but in my world, shirts randomly unbutton all the time, especially as you're fidgeting in your sleep. And when somebody (ABDUL!) tries to scare somebody (really badly) by making a stuffed dummy in that other somebody's room, and does so using one of his favorite hoodies, that person doesn't get their hoodie back. In my room, it's mine. (I finally made a deal - he got it back, but he has to make eggplant for me this month.)

I won this round. And the last one, too - he silly stringed me, and I soaked his hat in a bit of water and stuck it in the freezer. Oh, I called him a while later to tell him about it, but he didn't answer his phone.

Now I need to figure out how to boobytrap a sliding door.... It's got kinda a ledge over it... maybe if I taped some string to the door, I could knock over a cup that was balanced on the ledge?

Edit: Yeah, I know it was a sweatshirt, not a button-down shirt - that's not the point. In my world, buttons are evil things that don't like to stay buttoned.