Thrift Store Hell: I'm Not Committing A Felony With You, Lady
I have a new "Favorite" donation. Lady pulls up and gives me a box full of misc housewares. Like a bajillion little things in this box.
Me: "Thanks for thinking of us!"
Smile. Smile on the outside. Don't think about shooting her with Scotty's eventual deathray. Keep smiling. Don't think about how you have to go through all this shit somehow.
Lady: "Oh, and I'd like a receipt, too."
Ahahaha of course you do. Luckily for ME, we don't list things individually, so I can literally hand you a piece of paper that says "1 box small housewares" and initial it.
So that's what I do. And as I'm about to finish it up, she goes;
Lady: "Oh yeah, and I'm donating a diamond ring too. Could you add that to the list?"
WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP! RED ALERT! MY BULLSHIT-O-METER NEEDLE HAS PEGGED AND SNAPPED OFF! POLITICIAN LEVEL BULLSHIT ALERT! SEND IN THE HAZMAT SUITS! WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
Me: *Huge shit-eating grin* "Really?! That's awesome! Let's see it!"
I pretend to dig through the rubbish, watching out of the corner of my eye as this lady's face falters.
Lady *stuttering a bit*: "Er, it's, uh, in... in the box. Look, I need to go somewhere so can you add it to my receipt and look later?"
Me: "No, ma'am. I need to have something THAT valuable physically in my hands before I can add it to my receipt."
Lady, nervously: "Uh, let me see if I can..." she digs halfheartedly for two seconds, then gives up.
Lady: "Uh, maybe I forgot to bring it. I'll have to bring it in next time..."
Me: *shit eating grin widens* "Sounds great, ma'am. So one box of misc minor housewares. 'Initial To Make It Official,' (I put my initials on it) and here's your copy. I keep the master, you get the yellow duplicate." (...So if you write it on your copy, it's obviously fraudulent, you lying twit.)
She leaves, obviously disappointed that her bullshit lie failed so spectacularly.
Fucking hell, lady, lying to the IRS is a felony! I'm not going to be a part of that, and I'm going to cover my ass for when they do audits.
--Puppies In Prada
"diamond ring"- that's like saying "here is a car." the value could be anything from 100- 10,000.
lol :P
Posted by: janitorgirl | Monday, July 02, 2018 at 07:25 PM
Also, who the hell donates a diamond ring?
Posted by: Carhop | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 at 04:04 AM
Nobody. :P That's why it was so obvious she got caught...
Posted by: TechTyger | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 at 04:49 AM
Were her pants on fire?
Posted by: Misty Meanor | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 at 08:58 AM
A fitting punishment. "Madam, as you have quite obviously lied, I am now required by law to set your pants on fire."
Posted by: TechTyger | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 at 02:53 PM
Would that make better liars? Or more fire resistant pants?
Posted by: Carhop | Tuesday, July 03, 2018 at 07:29 PM
"More fire" fixes all problems except possibly 'too much fire'. Just keep trying.
Posted by: TechTyger | Wednesday, July 04, 2018 at 04:35 AM
But if you fight fire with fire, can there be too much fire to fight with fire?
Ok there was more logic to this but the coffee hasn't kicked in yet this morning and now I'm just sounding like Cave Johnson.
Posted by: Carhop | Wednesday, July 04, 2018 at 08:22 AM
And now I want explosive lemons.
Posted by: Kai Lowell | Wednesday, July 04, 2018 at 02:51 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuTQu4DCnX8
(Probably what you were thinking of Kai, but maybe others haven't seen it. :D)
Carhop, if you set fire on fire, then the fire will be too distracted by being on fire to set anything on fire and you can sneak up and steal its shoes.
Posted by: TechTyger | Wednesday, July 04, 2018 at 02:58 PM