Just When I Think I’m Out…
Going through the mail the other day I came across a love letter from Best Buy that contained one of these:
I’m guessing that Best Buy didn’t get my “Dear Jane” letter I wrote them a couple months ago. If they had, then they wouldn’t have bothered sending me this $5 gift card. Honestly, I don’t recall the last time I set foot in a Best Buy, but it must have been quite a while ago for them to start missing me enough to send me this obvious attempt to lure me back in.
But who am I kidding? I’m a sucker for free. Call me weak. Free food samples at the grocery store? I’m there. Free cookies at the bank? Yep, count me in. Free trial subscriptions? You betcha. I’ve even been known to make an appointment for the dentist just to scam a free lollipop, so you know I’m all over this $5 gift card from Best Buy.
But this is it. I swear after this, it’s cold turkey. No more Best Buy, no matter how convenient the store location or how glamorous the sales promotion, I’m drawing the line. Your blu-ray prices pushed me out the door, and I don’t plan on coming back until you’ve changed your ways, and I don’t expect you to do so any time soon. In fact, I feel so confident in that assertion that I’ve given Fry’s a promise ring, and I don’t intend to see anyone behind her back.
After all, she now has my letterman jacket, and asking for it back would be, ya know…kinda awkward.
Addendum:
Weird Neighbor Alert…this morning at 12:16 am, my pool-playing neighbor was busy hauling what looked like body bags from his garage into the side of a white 70′s Econoline van with diamond-shaped tinted rear windows. We couldn’t help but take notice because every few minutes we heard a distinctive hollow *THUD!* as bag after sealed bag hit the floor of that van, and we just had to open the blinds to see what was going on.
Surveillance will continue… 
