At the store I used to work in, there was a lady who would come in occasionally with her own coffee pot. As in: the kind that comes with a drip coffee maker. She would fill the whole thing up from the coffee bar and then try to pay 0.99 for it.
In the place I worked, we had a free self-serve coffee station next to the customer service desk. There would be people who would come in and stand at the desk for close to an hour drinking cup after cup. Some others would walk in with a Thermos bottle, fill it to the top and promptly leave.
Management didn't care because we used the cheapest coffee, sugar and creamer possible, and the percolator/dispenser that it was brewed in hardly ever got cleaned out. Most of the time they would just scrub out the glass tube of the level indicator.
Onlookers said that buried deep within the world-weary woman was likely a girl that drove 100 miles in an open-backed jeep and stood in line for concert tickets, all before being slowly beaten into submission by the stresses of getting older, raising a child, and sacrificing her career goals for her husband.
To be fair, despite what the technocrats back at corporate think, using pseudo legalese like "units" does not make it clear their semantic commitments.
As a mereological universalist, I believe it's perfectly correct to define any arbitrary collection of material as an object. A dozen eggs plus a container is only considered one object, after all. She should have simply informed them that the stack of 8 frozen dinners was one object. Duh!
Bunch of old, white people thinking that the god damned world still revolves around them. And throwing temper tantrums when that assumption is challenged.
Who the fuck needs 16 pounds of hotdogs? Unless you're throwing a party for kids or doing a fundraiser or something. And last time I was forced to buy some shitty hotdogs they were like 60 cents a pound. Christ lady. Get some adult food.
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