Baboon Pirates

Scribbles and Scrawls from an unrepentant swashbuckling primate.

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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Retail Savagery

Some MBA Is To Blame For This...

There's all kinds of tricks store managers use to grab your wallet and shake it silly.

There's putting the milk, eggs & bread at the far side of the store, forcing you to walk past most everything else just to get what you need.  They put the pricy items at eye-level, and hide the bargains on upper or lower shelves.  Endcaps are stocked with whatever they're overstocked on, or seasonal items with a hefty markup.

Then, of course, there's the fancy geegaws next to the register, in the final hope you'll up the profit margin just a smidgen as you wait to check out your own stuff at the aggravating self-checkout gizmo.  (No discount for that, of course...)

Sometimes, they take it too far...

F'rinstance, when you need some Imodium or Pepto to stop a colonic eruption from an ill-advised intake of tamales, you need that shit RIGHT NOW.  It needs to be right there by the checkout stand.

Putting all the "magical ass cork" medications on the wall farthest from the front door?

That's some cold-blooded shit, right there...

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Ice Cream Machine's Broken Again...

Life's Harsh. Buy A Helmet.

Not being a regular at the Golden Arches, I became aware via the Interwebs that Mickey D's has a bit of an issue with their ice cream.

Seems that instead of going through the daily hassle of cleaning/servicing/refilling the soft-serve machine, it's much easier for the $15-an-hour-seeking drones to just claim "Duh Mosheen Be Broke" and avoid the work.

Funny that I'd have something in common with Ol' Ronald.  The free ice cream dispenser around here has been phuct for some time.

My occasional screeds over on BookFace aren't nearly as fun.  Quite a few of the folks in my feed don't seem to be able to digest more than a dozen words or so before scrolling to the next item.  I'm pretty sure that instead of seeing my Wall-Of-Text clogging their iPhone, I've been consigned to the "Hidden from feed" purgatory.

So, I spew over here from time to time.  Shame it's not the two scoops with some whipped topping every day or so, but that's life in the big city.  Roll with the changes, y'all...

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Another Asploding Asshole - Manchester Edition

Was The ID Of The Bomber Ever Really In Doubt?